Snippet #2409607

Meredith could hear loud sounds from outside, but she figures she would check it out later. She had just gotten a make-over, she wore a light purple silk dress, ballet flats and her hair was up in curls. She had been pampered all day, and to be honest, she wouldn't mind looking like this more often. She looked like a true upper-class person. But if anyone found out who she really was, she was dead. She peeked out her window to see long drag marks in the ground, decked with blood.
"What the-" She muttered. Meredith went to the front door and opened it quietly. She closed it behind her. She went in the direction where it seemed to be coming from. She came to a street littered with sticks, rocks pinecones, you name it. She walked over to a man stuffing something in his pocket. She held her head up high, trying to seem more upper class like.
"Excuse me, but what happened here?" She tried to show as little concern as possible.