Marie,
still in her pink golf gear, walked down the busy street of Westmoreland fatigued from being at the golf club with her well off wealthy parents. All day she was running up and down the green cut-well grassy lawns of "Peterson's club, scoring holes left and right. She even won thousands of dollars just for being such a good sport.
Marie turned another corner wiping her forehead, "Why does today have to be so hot", she mumbled re-clutching her pink tote bag. She then made it to 15 street of Westmoreland searching for her car, "
Where is it ?", she asked herself smoothing down her golden blond hair which was wet from sweat. Marie suddenly heard someone call her out but didn't think to much of it.
Then out of nowhere, someone pulled at her arm turning her around, "What....", she said confused as she looked to face this mysterious person. Standing there was a girl looking at her out of breath, "Excuse me but why did you stop me ?", Marie said to her in her "high society" voice letting her know of her status.