The girl

She scrunched up her face and wriggled her nose. No, not pleased at all with what she saw. Marching over to the victim, she screamed, her tiny, high-pitched voice took him by surprise. She crossed her arms and frowned, waiting for a reaction. None dared to move. She opened her mouth to scream again but stopped, attention shifted to another. Her mouth hang open, mind contemplating whether to continue. The stare was sharp, she could not tell if he was serious. She searched for an idea, any idea, to escape this situation. Where is daddy when you needed him most?

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