The young girl,about 4′2,sways her eyes to face ‘him’ almost like her. But Different. She gently eyes him “Hate to bother ya,sir,but this is MY turf.” Her gentle ombre hair swaying in the wind along with almost all of her clothing the somewhat chubby,red haired,freckled,blue eyed boy shakingly looked up “uh-” he’d be cut short by the girl glaring through him “I said,Get out of my turf.”.