Noelle is a 14 year old girl. She was a runaway since she was 12, little did she know her parents died in a car crash. She never returned home. Noelle is not shy. She's more of a bad ass if you ask me.
Although she does not talk much she will yell if needed. She doesn't warm up very easily. You would have to try pretty damn hard to get her to warm up. She is about 700 miles away from Idaho.
Noelle grunts as she picks up her heavy bag. "Fuck. What did I put In here? Rocks?" she knew what was in there but she was tired. She has been traveling by foot for 3 days. As soon as she heard about the moon, she was out.
She reaches a gas station. She goes in. There is someone in there.