A little eight-year-old girl could be seen burying her nose in a thick book that looked to be too heavy for the little soul. Her eyebrows scrunched up whenever a new word was revealed to her. She thought to herself to ask her father about the definitions of every word, which the girl couldn't understand which was nothing out of the ordinary, considering she was just a little girl. The little girl although at first glance, just seemed like a regular girl, could surprise you with the knowledge she spits like fire. Her brownish-black eyes were twinkling with a determination that looked like stars shining in the night sky. Her name was Katrina Nadia Jewels but she preferred to be called Nadia.
Nadia was extremely confused when she heard footsteps rushing up the stairs and the door opened, revealing her father who was panting and his brown eyes looked like it was glistening with tears. The little girl had her father's eyes which usually twinkled was I replaced with melancholy a word which her means " woe and misery ".
She raised her head pushing her black straight hair behind her ears. She was about to ask what was wrong when her eyes fell on the Daily Punctilio's headlines.
