A soft breeze blew blew by Kylie, her hair sailing with the wind. Her arms were crossed against her chest as a subconscious manifestation of her uncomfortably. Her face was calm but behind her cool expression, she was worried. I can't believe this, she thought, angry with herself. She never gets lost. She was almost certain her mom had sent her on a wild-goose chase. "There's no grocery store back here," she muttered quietly. "I don't even think anyone lives here."
She stopped on the sidewalk in front of the mouth of an alley with a sigh, looking around. She brushed a lock of hair behind her ear and turned toward the alley. A foul smell drifted out. Kylie wrinkled her nose. Suddenly, she felt a firm grim clamp around her right arm. "Eep--!" she said in surprise to see a burly man in a leather jacket looking down at her, smiling, showing off his yellowed teeth.
"Why don't we go for a walk?" His voice was deep and slightly menacing.
"Umm...--Ow!" she said as he yanked her toward the alley, hurting her arm. "Somebody, hel--!" Her voice was cut off but him placing his dirty hand over her mouth.
"Shut up, bitch," he snarled, pulling her farther into the alley as she struggled underneath his grip.