Eleven

She whirls to face him, ice cream clenched in her white-knuckled grip. He isn't familiar. She looks around to see where he'd come from, but there are others, too. Strangers, looking at her again.

She frowns and turns her attention back to the boy.

"Where is here?" she asks. The cold is starting to sink in, and she shivers, but she holds her ground.