Don’t let her run she’s already here her hair flows in the wind like a tulip in the sky. She has a crystal that holds a lot of power. My hair is pink just like my hair her hair is pink, a strawberry milk. Her eyes are pink eyes as the sweater in my room
She held it right at my face. I ran away with the girls, chase me as my beautiful pink hair blown in the wind. The girl with the red hair fell down and chased me again. I had no choice. I grabbed the nearest weapon I had a couple arm she fell to the ground, crying in fear as a cry cry