Summer head out to the bridge just before sunrise. The ground was sprinkled in snow, giving the signs of winter starting. She shivered, and breathed on her hands to make them warmer. Her falling apart cardigan wasn’t doing much. There was a huge hole in her shoe, giving not much more help than the cardigan. She hadn’t seen anybody for months. She wondered where they would all be. Would they be happy that they decided to leave her in the burning down orphanage? Were they angry that she was still alive? She shook of the angry voice in her head, and looked for the pink daffodil. Mr. Worth would leave one there, every thursday, signifying that the kids were headed her way. Those kids were her biggest fear.