As the dust cleared and the shouts died down, she started running. “Nancy! Nancy!” her voice cried out. She tripped over a slick stone in her reckless dash. Finally, she caught sight of the golden blonde ponytail, “Nancy!” The girl ran over and embraced her friend. “Oh Nancy, I’m so glad it wasn’t you!” the girl cried into Nancy’s shoulder.
Nancy pulled out of the hug and looked at her friend, a small smile playing on her face. “Thank you.”
Once Nancy’s friend released her, she looked her up and down, “Nancy! You’re poor dress is filthy!” She watched Nancy’s eyes drift down to her pale green dress, which was now covered in a layer of dust, but then Nancy’s eyes froze on her friend’s hands.
The girl looked down at her hands, they were tinged red. Suddenly it hit her why Nancy was upset, “I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to get blood on your dress!”