Alisa was not good with crowds. She was more timid than her fun loving and brave brother, Enteinne. She bit her bottom lip, holding a small shopping basket in both her arms as she followed behind him. There was a man standing too close to her, and it made her visibly nervous, to the point she was shaking. Thankfully, Enteinne gained her attention, holding up a box of cereal with a smile on his face. She looked at the box, and then back at his face.
"Ennie... dat one is vanilla frosted... de red box ed one wit' de honey." Her voice was shaking a little as she moved one of her arms from the basket, and pointed up to the red box. her arm was very skinny looking, enough to get stares from other people and to gain whispers from the other customers. God, she hated being out in public like this. "Ennie... are we almost done? Ah wanna go home... people be lookin' at mah."
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