The angry little girl had a shoe in one hand.

He looked down at the beautiful face of the angry girl.

Something about the angry girl was familiar to Killashandra, but she couldn't place what.

You may be an angry girl, but you're not stupid.

Everyone began to laugh at the angry little girl.

The girl in the green silk dress, her eyes dark, angry.

Peter smiled and reached out his arms to embrace the angry girl.

After a while João got told to go work by the angry girl.

He grinned down at the angry girl, obviously enjoying her frustration.

Now an angry little girl told him his back was straight, and he believed her.