"It's cold," she said, pulling the long sleeves of her baggy hoodie over her hands. She took a quick glance at her friends, who were sitting cross-legged on the ground beside her. Their T-shirts were bright and written on.

She picked a dandelion from a crack in the pavement, and dropped it again. It looked ugly.

" There's a rainbow," one of her friends said, pointing to the sky, where an arch of colours floated above. She didn't bother looking up, and kept her empty eyes on the grey pavement. It smelt wet and musky.

"It's cold," she said.