Lucky

As the sky turned dark and clouds rolled in, Lucky stood on the outskirts of the city, leaning against a lamppost. She wore a torn shirt and black pants, her green eyes reflecting a fiery determination. Her arm was up, a white glove covering her bandaged hand, and her short sleeves revealed a bandaged arm. She had a bandaged hand and bandages wrapped around her arm. Her bangs covered her forehead, while her open mouth revealed a smile. She was looking at the viewer with a sense of purpose, her pink hair catching the light of the lamppost. Despite the blood and torn clothes, she wore a brave smile, as if she was saying 'I'm okay' with her teeth showing. She was a child, yes, but she was a tough one, a survivor. She was Lucky, and she was ready for whatever the world threw at her.