Gina walked down the wet, dirty street, pulling her Burberry jacket tighter around herself. New York was not a nice place to be in the dead of winter. Tucking her chin, she ducked her head against the icy winter wind, quickening her pace down 56th Avenue. She was no longer in the tourist area of New York, but off of the main street, where things weren't nearly as bad as they could be. Gina was tall, around 5'8 to 5'9, with shoulder-length blonde hair. She had ice blue eyes, was skinny, and was overall very pretty.
Gina took 56th Avenue because it was easier and faster than going down the busy street to get to her home. She was born into a very wealthy family, and her father, Mr. Wells, was a very wealthy stockbroker. Her mother was a stay at home mom, and they had a nice detached home in the suburbs. But if cutting across the city by 56th Ave. meant getting home to a nice warm couch and a hilarious comedy, then Gina was all for it. Anything for that hot coco…
Just as she was about to cross the street at 56th and Morgan, Gina heard a muffled cough, followed by sniffling. Normally she would have just ignored these sounds, because they were common for this time of year. But she cast a glance to her right, and her eyes landed on the most pitiful sight she had ever seen: a girl, no more than ten years of age, was huddled on a dirty, trash littered stoop, clutching at the worn and holey fabric of the long sleeved shirt she wore. Her pale face was adorned with light brown hair that went to her mid-back, and Gina wouldn't have been surprised if she hadn't had a decent shower in weeks. Now you have to understand that Gina, being raised in an upper class family, was taught that most of the homeless folk of New York had brought their current state upon themselves. But that couldn't possibly be true for this little girl. The girl sneezed again, burying her face in her knees, which were drawn up to her chest. A large wave of pity washed over Gina, and an idea suddenly struck her.
Gina ran to the little convenience store across the street, and dashed inside. As she walked the small crammed isles, she shoved her hands into the pockets of her jacket, searching for spare change. When she pulled her hand out, all she found were a couple crumpled dollar bills and a couple nickels and dimes. Gina let out a huff, and began searching her other pockets. When she came across the isle she was looking for, Gina had found a total of $5.78 in her pockets. The item she was going to buy was $4.99; the perfect amount.
She paid for the item, stuffing it into her jacket, and then hurried out of the store. The temperature difference from the inside of the store to the outside was drastic, and the parts of Gina that had begun to thaw were frozen again instantly. She ran across the street again, her blue eyes finding the little girl's form with some difficulty. She blended into the cement so well…
As Gina approached the little girl, her steps slowed and she walked with a bit more caution. She was having second thoughts about his whole thing. But she reassured herself that this was the right thing to do, and almost as if she was agreeing with her, the little girl sniffled and sneezed. Biting her lip, Gina took three steps forward placing herself directly in front of the girl. She kneeled, and the little girl looked up with sad, hunter green eyes. A confused look crossed the girl's face as she watched Gina pull out a square item from her coat: a box of tissues.
Gina pulled off her coat and swung it around the little girl's thin frame, wrapping it around her shoulders. She would just have to tell her father that she lost it. Sure he would be furious, but he would get over it.
Shock was followed by awe, and then gratitude played on the little girl's face as Gina then handed her the box of tissues. Her green eyes were full of question as Gina got up, smiled then turned on her heel and walked down the street. But before Gina turned the corner onto Morgan, she heard the smallest little 'thank you' emit from the little girl's mouth. The voice sounded like an angel's voice, like it belonged to one of the little angel children in the pictures at Church. But when Gina turned to verify that the beautiful sound had actually come from the little girl, she was gone. The street was empty and snow was beginning to fall in little white puffs, collecting at her feet. The stoop was empty, but the sound of the little girl's voice filled the air, like she was laughing, until it faded, and when Gina turned her face to the sky, she swore she saw the little girl up amongst the clouds, dressed in a white gown, flying up to heavens: all the while a Burberry coat wrapped around her shoulders, and a box of tissues in her hand.