Im wishing I could just put my hands over my ears and run, as I cross the street with about a couple dozen other people. I just hate it.
The horns of cars that randomly appear in front of you, the yelling, the slamming of car doors, people pushing and shoving, crowds. It makes me dizzy.
My own clumziness makes me trip over my feet as im going over the curb. Just as im about to fall flat on my face someone steadies me. I mumble a thanks and look up, but no one is there. Wierd, I try to silence everything out and look around when, as usual, someone pushes me out of the way and on to the pavement. I get to my knees and notice people staring, not stoping to help, just staring.
Another thing I hate; eyes. People always staring, eyes everywhere.
Shivers go up my spine as I get up and start walking home. I focus on the cracks that harshly go into the pavement of the sidewalk. After a while I decide to challenge myself , and count the jagged lines. My eyes go back and forth, sweeping the pavement.
1, 2, 3, 4, 5…