IcamaneHatake

It was a bitter, biting late-afternoon in December. Winters were always miserable in New Jersey. Being outdoors was the last thing any sensible person wanted to be doing on a day like this. But one girl didn't seem to be bothered by the nearing sub-zero temperatures. She was sitting on a frozen swing at a playground outside a school, swinging back and forth slightly. She was dressed very nicely, but rather inappropriately. She wore a pale, icy blue, spaghetti-strap dress, white tights, and long white gloves. Her blue sandals just barely scraped the snow-covered ground as she swung lightly, and her long, white-blonde hair rested limply around