Anne-Marie's small steps were barely audible through the forest. Lush leaves protected her head from the scorching summer heat as she wandered blindly through the woods. It didn't matter that she didn't have a map. No one at Beata would search for her anyway. No one at home either - except for her over-protective parents, probably.
It was her birthday and for the first time since her arrival a couple of months ago, she had gotten to acknowledging that she didn't have any friend. She didn't want to go out and make friends, but she also didn't want to have none. All she had was the DayCare and even there she was often confused with the kids. The presents from her parents weren't enough to sweeten the sour feeling inside of her, so she took a walk to calm her nerves. She wouldn't cry alone, she only did in public. Pathetic. she thought.
As she mused on, her attention to the surroundings grew smaller and smaller, until fate has it that the newly thirteen yearold girl's foot got caught in a branch and she unluckily tripped. It wasn't anything big, but the feeling of helplessness deepened as she rolled up and began sobbing. The sounds of footsteps alerted her as she wiped her face with her sleeve quickly and pushed herself up into a sitting position.
