"Hey Allen, can I take this cat with us?" Amy asked, as she picked up the small cat.
"You sure you can take care of that cat?" Allen questioned, as he leaned down abit to look Amy in the eye, like she was a little child.
"Stop giving me that look, were both 12, and I can definitely take care of cat!" Amy hissed, marching to the exit of the ally. That wasn't true about their ages, Amy was unknown and Allen was 12, but she claimed she was 12 since her birthday was in about a week . She opens her bag and makes a small spot for the cat on top of the black light sweater she always brings with her, then zipped it until there was a small gap.
"This works for now." Amy mumbled, walking forward without looking. Allen sprinted forward, pulling Amy back, "Watch it!"
"Watch what?" Amy looks to where she was about to step, which was off the curb and onto the street. "Oh..." She looked down, her face flush from embarrassment.
"And you still think you can take care of the cat?" Allen questioned, raising an eyebrow.
"Of course I do!" Amy hissed, turning around to look Allen in the eyes. Big mistake. She slipped on the ice, falling forward, her hood falling off and her slightly curly long hair lashed out. Allen reached out at Amy, but it was like he forgot how to grab for the moment. She fell past Allen, hitting her head hard on the concrete sidewalk and passing out.
