Miracle in a stern city
She was young and wroth, just like the city she was living in. She was wearing a plaid shirt on most days, her hair was always braided and her fringe covered half of her face. If you didn’t know her, but just saw her on the streets, you would’ve said she was an ordinary teenager going against the rules, and you wouldn’t have been very wrong. As usual, she roller skated along the pedestrian street. School started at half past…