Cars swim past me as I sit at the side of the curb at the busy road. Children run past me, their energetic laughter echo in my ears, their feet bouncing off the ground as they run away. The smells of scented soap runs up my nose, making me breathe in and out deeply. The smell goes, and I'm left alone again. Watching the pieces of metal ride off out of sight. A young couple walk past me, their hands clasped together and their eyes locked onto each other, their walks a pattern, the same step they take, the same breath they take. The young couple walk into the near by chip shop, ordering their selves a bag of chips to share between them. Luxury..
Teenage boys across the road are vandalizing a bin, kicking it about like a play toy, shouting out abusive words that pollute the air. One of them takes a look at me, he turns to his pal and he laughs too, soon the whole gang are looking at me, their faces, scary and worrying. They cross over. Cars beep their horns at them, telling them to get off the road, before the force of the man made machines would push them up into the air and let them fall heavily onto the ground where they could be paralyzed.. Unable to move from the incoming traffic. They manage to cross over without getting hit, meeting up with me.
"Ya alright man?" Laughs one, "Ya wanna drink?"
Their voices slurred, they bodies swaying. I force a thin smile, my nerves in my body twitching about, warning me to be careful.
"Smelly guy.. Ain't he?" Says another, hold his nose and making farting noises,
The others laugh, finding his pathetic joke funny. My ears rattle with their drunk words and insults, they start swearing. Walking in front of cars, holding the beer cans in their hands, raising it up so others could see. Stopping nearby cars from getting to their destination on time. I stare at them, eagerly wanting a sip of their beer, a taste of food. They walk off getting bored of me, I watch them go over the road again annoying some other poor person. My greasy hair covers my face by the wind. I pull it back, it sticking there like some type of cheap glue sticking my hair to my scalp.
My stomach rumbles, making funny noises crying for a proper meal. I get up, bringing my small can, with a couple of loose change, shaking it to nearby people, asking for food to save me from dying of hunger.
Yeah... I know its crap >.<
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