Cheers and cries rang. Calls and screams of fright and delight. Atumn was her favorite season, and she was an atumn too.
She figured a Pumpkin Patch would be fun.
Of course, she invited all of her friends, of which yet to arrive. She shivered shrilly from the cold.
A grin spread across her face like Nutella was spread onto the bread.
A gasp. And a pant. And squeaky sneakers. And a cart. And... Himself. "Hey, Angie! When we get goin'?" He asked plainly, "First of all, don't call me Angie or Ange. Second of all, we are waiting for Malcolm. Not that you care," She teased mockingly, sticking her pink tounge out at Michael.
Another howling wind swept over the Pumpkin Patch.
OOC: Shortness
