A dream?
It was one of the coldest mornings that day. The wind was chilling cold. Still, the cold didn't waver the enthusiasm present in the little girl's elated aura surrounding her of making new friends in the new school on the first day. With the tip of her nose already red and her cheeks a sharp hue of white, she sniffled, still somewhat smiling. Blocking her nose with a piece of the fluffy handkerchief she carried, given to her by her mother, she blew her snuffed nose into it. “Ofo, this cold!” mumbling to herself, slightly irritated by her own cold, she shook her head and relaxed herself a bit. “I am not going to let my cold stop me!” Her insides were in a flutter. “Not today.”
Pausing, she grinned once again, looking up and staring deep into the dusky sky. It was such an important day for her. Holding her chin high and correcting her plaits on both sides of her shoulders, she walked up in the direction of her classmates when she spotted them, sitting at a distance.
"Hi!” Her
