The girl looked concerned... No, not concerned... more like scared to death. She didn't look more than fifteen, with long, curly dark red hair and an odd, spider-web-like pattern drawn in eye-liner around her massive, red-rimmed, blue-green eyes. She was only about five feet-tall, and not wearing shoes. 
I wrung up her short purchases- heavy-duty bandages, prescription pain medicine (I was stunned that she was nineteen, but she had both the prescription and her ID), and lots of chocolate cookie dough ice cream.
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"Brandon," Vicky called to her six-year-old brother, "get out of the road!"
The little boy continued to run, and Vicky had begun to walk towards him when she saw the car.
Obviously, the driver was not paying all that much attention. She had a cell-phone to her ear and her head was nodding, as if to music. The woman's eyes widened when she saw the red-haired girl running towards the road, and her foot slammed on the brake when she saw the kid chasing some big bug... but not fast enough.
She jumped out of the car. There was blood on the road, a girl screaming for her mom, and a small, middle-aged woman crying and running full speed towards her son. She had hung up the minute she saw the girl, and now used her phone to call 911 and report the accident, as the woman from the house screamed at the red head girl for not paying attention.
More yelling, and the girl and her brother (who had just run from the house) leapt into their own car and sped away, presumably towards the supermarket; the woman wasn't entirely sure, as everything she heard came in fuzzy, like a radio playing about ten miles out of the station's limit. The blades of a helicopter could be heard within a few minutes.
***
Without waiting for her fifteen dollars in change, the girl darted off with her ice-cream and meds towards a male version of herself, and the ran out of the store like it was on fire.