Katie slouches against the crimson brick wall. Her hair is shoved with irritation under a dirty, pink Red Sox cap, but it is threatening to fall off. The cap is almost floating on her thick mob of black hair like a lily pad on a scummy pond. Katie’s crinkled forehead is smudged with dust. Below, her arched eyebrows frame her round eyes. Katie’s eyes are slightly covered by seemingly nonchalant eyelids. But underneath those lids, her piercing, green eyes are glaring ahead into the distance. The small nostrils of her pointy nose are flared because of the short, aggravated huff of breath she is taking. Beneath her nose, Katie’s mouth is fixed into a pout. Her jaw is clenched and her cleft chin sticks out with a proud edge. With her hands shoved into her pockets, she stalks off, stabbing the pavement with every step.
How do you like this?
