She was miles away when I fell. I walked off, barging Angelica out of the way and looking for Devila. I finally glimpsed her yellow tracksuit, thinking how I d soon possess one cheered me up. She turned round. No smile lit up her face as she walked over to me and stood towering above me.
Cuts look sore.
There wasn t a kind note to be heard in Devila s voice, it was cold and sharp and cut into me like a knife. I gushed girlishly. There never was no sports gear. Devila snarled, turning and walking off. I yelled at her back.