A girl, perhaps 12 or 13, passed, rushed through by her mother.
Seven glanced up from the console as the little girl rushed inside.
The girl saw the expression on her face and rushed to continue.
The girl had already thrown open the door and rushed in.
The girls rush into the house to find their rooms.
The other girls rushed past her, eager to tell me what small defects they had.
The girls rushed in to tell the others what had been said at the meeting.
At once, the girl sat up and rushed to his side.
As he exits the race car, the girl rushes to his side to give him a kiss.
The girl rushed through the door, questions ready, but there was no time.
