Discriptive sotry on a stranger

In a Hurry Her soft brown hair fell loosely across her freshly powdered head. Each and every hair on her head was strategically placed, each curl was flawlessly looped, and held in place with hairspray. As she franticly walked, her glossy shoes clicked the pavement, one after the other, in a hypnotic rhythm. It seemed as if she were only skimming the ground. The blazing sun beamed off of her newly polished black heals. Her …

…get where ever she needed to be. Her eyes looked incredibly apprehensive and exhausted. Now and then she would silently whisper words to herself under her breath. She was in her won world, not stopping to notice the plush green trees, the stunning clear crystal sky, the lazy bumble of the bees, or even the remote sound of children laughing and playing. All I knew was, wherever she was going, she was definitely behind schedule.