Snippet #1579259

Samantha was on the iffy side. She could just lay there on the ground, and maybe she wouldn't be seen and would hopefully be forgotten. Yet, if she done that she would be labeled a huge 'FREAK.' She hadn't noticed someone had walked over to her, every muscle in her body tensing as a voice was heard in her ear. "Wh-What? I meant to fall! Lo-Looking for a hole to C-China." she stuttered, blurting it without thinking, mentally scolding herself for her horrible people-skills afterwards. Glancing up, she took the guy's hand gratefully, standing at a quick pace, then dropping it. Her hood still sat atop her head, but with a large, exasperated sigh she ran a hand back, the hood falling back against her shoulders. Now, to Sam's discomfort, her blonde, pink, and brown hair showed "proudly." She gave a sheepish laugh, "Thanks for the help, but I didn't need it," she added, which was a total lie. Her face was pale and she still felt a little sick, gazing at the ground, pressing her left foot against it hard. Sturdy. No way a gaping hole would form and swallow her whole that instant. Dang.


Samantha glanced up as the woman began to speak, gazing at the paper she held. Uh-oh. Her grey eyes widened, but she didn't move to go look. She didn't want to know who she was "paired" with.