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Ella wore a white jacket with black fur inside the hood and a thin belt that went around her middle and still made her seem curvy, even through the thick jacket. On her feet she wore tall white boots with her jeans tucked into them. Her long blonde curls where left down, and her violet eyes stood out against the her white jacket, and the falling white snow. Ella had not been born to stomp around in snow: she had been born and raised in California until her father died, and her family shipped her off to one of their summer homes in Main alone. They sent her money every month, but Ell still hated her family.
Tilting her head back, she allowed a snowflake to land on her pale pink lips. The cold air burnt her lungs as she breathed in deeply, then created a fog as she breathed out. The peace of the still evening was broken as someone about Ella's age quickly came up to her. "Ella!" He called out, and she rolled her eyes. "Get over it, Mike. I don't want to see you again." The boy, Mike, huffed as he stood in front of her. "Why? Why would you act like you care about me, then make out with my best friend?" He asked her, pain in his voice. But Ella didn't care. He had never really cared about her, anyways. She was beautiful, so he liked her. That was as far as it went. "Because you bore me, Mike. Get. Over. It." Ella's musical voice was sharp, and he flinched as if she had slapped him.
Ella Turned to leave, but Mike caught her wrist. "Please, Ella! Don't go!" He begged, turning her back around. "Let go of me!" She said much more sharply now, her eyes cold as she tried to twist away her small wrist. Using her looks wouldn't get her out of this one; it was what got her into this mess. "Get let me go, now!" Ell growled, trying to pull back and away from him.