The girl wore just enough makeup to make her skin look nearly flawless and enhance her dark eyes. She wore a form-fitting white t-shirt with thin black stripes and dark jeans. Striding in the pine needles were her black combat boots. Her hands were hiding from the chilly air in the pokets of her black jacket. On her back was a bright red backpack that was bouncing along with her messy bun atop her head.
The girl had a slight smile on her face as she watched Caroline run over and hug a man that the girl assumed was her dad.