Where To Next?

"You welcome," Stella said, silently praying she'd said the words correctly. So many in the past had corrected her on her broken speech. It was something she both appreciated and hated, especially when it was those far older than herself. She knew she looked younger than she actually was, but it irked her that so many out there assumed she was still a mere child.

It was not lack of practice that made her talk strange. It was just how she'd been. Having no one to talk to did that to a person.

"Where...where go?" She asked.