Unfortunate, was the word she had picked out that day. After running into quite a few problems that day, she had completely given up on that day possible getting better. With her mood as low as possible, she dragged herself towards the nearest bus stop, arms wrapped around her own torso and palms nearly furiously rubbing her arms in attempt to warm herself up. Fashion had always been something she focused on most, and from time to time, he well being had to suffer because of that, especially during these cold days, since skirts were something she loved. As she reached her destination, she slowly dropped her hands from her upper arms, shifting her weight from one leg onto the other to keep her body busy. It seemed like even karma had picked out this day to get her back on everything she had ever done wrong, if not more. Quiet drops of water fell onto the pavement, still unnoticeable to her, however as seconds passed it seemed to get even worse. Just her luck, the somewhat old bus stop, seemed to have no where to hide from the rain. So there she stood, completely exposed to the cold and the wetness.
