Lying on the bank or a river, a young girl lied in the soft and moist soil of the cold ground and a broken-like fishingpole stuck in the ground. Her crimson red eyes gazed up at the clear blue sky of the afternoon. The pale skin of her's gleamed when the sun reflected upon her.
Her stomach began to growl for hunger and she lifted her hand and placed it over her stomach. "Man, I'm so hungry...Why can't I seem to catch something?" She said moaning to herself. Then her reel of the fishingpole began to give a tug. She glanced at it and shot up. "Alright! Lunch!" She exclaimed as she quickly grabbed the pole.
