-I'm not sure what the rating should be-
I walked down the road, as I dragged my suitcase behind me and held my Nokia 3310, probably the oldest model ever made. I clutched on to my orange jumper, as I braced myself again the grueling cold.
I Hate Walking Alone.I think, and I avoid weird looks from passers-by. I raised my hand instinctively to my face, but I knew that there was nothing on my face, or my hair. I just attracted attention, everywhere and anywhere. And it wasn't good attention, whatever that was.
Three secondary school boys, walk along side me. One of them turned to me and then alerted his friends.
"Hey," They called. I clenched my fist and unclenched it.
"Nigga," They called simultaneously and then they burst into laughter.
I dug my hand into my pocket and pulled my Nokia out again, checking for messages and then checking anything, anything at all. They kept on calling me names till i walked into the road.
My fingers were shaking and tears suddenly began to fall on my cheek....I hated them, and yet i did not know them.
-The End..
To hurt is human, to forgive is divine
