It was a chilly night in November,
and his name was Jeremy.

Jeremy was an police officer, biking back down a long burol returning from shift at nearly two o'clock in the morning. He wheezed, watching his breath flow out from chapped lips. He shivered through his dark brown suit, jacketless. He felt icicles forming on the tips of his messy black hair. As he neared the bottom of the steep hill, a faint cry could be heard clearer and clearer. A sudden vision of a woman-- no-- a girl came into view. Jeremy's eyes widened as he hopped off of his bike, pulling it along with him as he ran down the...

It all happened too fast. I didn't even have time to shout "Help me, this crazy girl with blue hair is kidnapping me!" as she bolted down the beach. The three boys just stared in awe about how the stubby female could run so quickly with a 104 pound ginger slung over her shoulder; she kicked up sand as she ran. The sky began to get darker.
Huff, huff.
"Who are you?"
Huff, huff.
"Can I ask your age?"
Huff, huff.
"Aren't you tired yet? Little... girl?"
"No!" she snapped at me, and I could tell sa pamamagitan ng the slight scowl creeping across her face that she didn't like the pamagat little.

"My name is Lu-fá."
"Interesting...