windy day**

Monica, she didn't know why she was walking around her district. The wind was strong, and she was cold. Of course her fur jacket kept her torso warm but the jeans she was wearing didn't help much. The gray sneakers on her feet just made it easy to run, and they kept her feet warm, too. Her face was cold, though. Her ears, which just had one earing in them today, her nose, and everything else. Monica's face had barely any makeup on today, just a thin layer of purple eyeliner and no lipstick. She couldn't help but feel better this way, Monica could go outside, with barely any products to make her look different. Speaking of different, he brown eyes didn't glow as much in a dim light and her black hair was a mess, it looked like a type of her that jsut woke up. "Dang, it's getting cold!" Monica mumbled under her mint-fresh breath.

The wind was picking up and she was getting colder. She stuffed her hands into her jacket's pocket, making them instantly a bit warmer, but not quite warm enough too feel un-numb. Her eyes were blinking a lot now, the wind would hit her eyes and sting them and make them water. Suddenly, the wind died down. Thank you. thought Monica, she could finally open her eyes wide enough to see easier. Many of the leaves were scattered everywhere, and Monica would always kick a pile. Even though the wind died down, this sucks, it's so boring. Oh, and if you didn't know, a lot of kids in District 1 liked an interesting life.