“Hurry up,” Norelle ordered.
Ella sped up, trying to walk in pace with her look alike. “Slow d, down some!” she spoke in reply.
“No,” the confident brunette replied. “We need to meet up with Julie so we can go outside the walls.”
“Sh, she c, c, can’t l, leave without us!” Ella pointed out. “They w, won’t let her o, out a, a, al, alone!” The girl huffed. “Wh, Why do y, you want m, me to go anyways?”
“It’s not safe out there. Three are safer than two.” Norelle had dressed as she saw was safe; a leather jacket, pants she could run in, and black converse and a high messy bun. Ella on the other hand was in her usual sweater with braid. “Look. There she is.”