#WritcoStoryPrompt42
She chose her cleanest piece of clothing to wear. It was a festival afterall and she wanted to celebrate with everyone else. When she stepped into the street a speeding car drove by splashing dirty water on her.
A tear fell down her cheek. The poor had no right to celebrate...
She had such high hopes about the festival tonight. She had taken extra special time taking her bath and mom said she could use some of her perfume salts, so she smelled of lavender and warm vanilla. And her dress! It really wasent anything extravagant, but to Elise, it was the most beautiful dress she had ever seen. It was made of the softest pale pink cotton. The top of the dress was fitted perfectly to her bossom, and she felt her womanhood come alive when she put the dress on. Next to her milky white skin and her reddish golden locks of hair, which hung every so slightly past her sholders ,its like the dress was made for her alone. The skirt was slim to her legs with a slit up to her thigh, not too high, not...