The Ticking Twins

It was a cold December morning. A little girl waited at the bus stop. Her chestnut brown hair was tied into a ponytail with a light blue ribbon. Her light blue hoodie and worn out jeans were just barely enough to keep her from freezing. She wrapped her light brown jacket tighter around herself and shivered. Just then a group of boys that looked a few years older than her walked over. “Look, guys! It’s the little girl who stutters every time she speaks!” He pointed at the little girl, who was trying to ignore him but just couldn’t. “It’s No*tick*ot stu*tick*uttering! It is ti*tick*icking!” She said before turning back around. She probably shouldn’t have done that.