Violet looked up and down the streets, her hood from her black jacket pulled far over her head to hide her tear streamed face. She was shaking from fear and the cold. Her black jeans were a little ripped, but her navy backpack was in fine shape. She ran up the sidewalk, her head down. I'm lost..I really am..where the heck am I? I get to go somewhere by myself and I end up on the wrong plane... She took a deep breath, trying to gain control, but it was useless. She was utterly terrified.