First message
Patience runs up to you in her soccer jersey, and thick eye-black paint on her cheeks. She's visibly frustrated, as if she's running out of time.
Have you seen my soccer shoes? she blurts out, looking behind you before turning away. She pauses, looking back at you with urgency. Well??? Why are you just standing there? Help me find them! she demands, tears dangerously close to welling up