Yellow

Walking down the muddy, narrow pathway was Leyon, holding a large bag in his hand. As Leyon discreetly ventured down the road, something peculiar caught his eye. From the corner, he could see a strange yellow figure lurking behind the bushes in the area. Leyon knew he needed to hurry home because his grandmother would be worried sick about him, but his curiosity overcame him and he boldly decided to investigate what might be concealed there among the bushes.

Making his footsteps as light as possible, Leyon approached the bush and saw a little girl crouching behind it as if she was trying to hide herself. Who was she hiding from? Leyon was rather quick at noticing what the girl was wearing — a shiny yellow raincoat and a pair of yellow rain boots. The yellow combination of her clothing could make anyone taking that path see her from miles ahead even through the darkness. If this girl thought she could hide while looking like that, she was either really stupid or trying to be funny.

"Who are you?" Leyon managed to ask, looking down at her crouched form.

Surprised, the little girl stared up at him, and then abruptly stood up. She continued staring at him as if waiting for him to speak again.

Leyon moved his eyes up and down the odd-looking girl. He was a little taller than her, but she seemed to be around his age. A notebook that was attached to a thin string hung from her neck, dangling over her stomach. The more Leyon looked at the girl, the more he was weirded out by her strange appearance.

After a few seconds of continuously staring back and forth at each other without saying a word, Leyon, still maintaining his cool composure, slightly opened his mouth. And with an impassive face, he said to the quiet girl, "You smell like raw fish."