Fallen From Above

I remember that day like it was yesterday. I was scavenging for scraps in the dump piles when I heard a yelp. The voice was much less raspy than everyone who lives down here and I was curious. I slowly crept through the trash silently, hiding behind a large hunk of metal. I looked through a small opening in the peice to see a girl around my age with curly blonde hair and impractical clothes. She looked like what we see in picture books found in the dump piles. There were bows in her hair and frills on her dress. She looked towards me and gasped, starting to shake. Then I knew where she came from. She came from the city, she fell from above.