{Télos}
"Make Peace, not war!" I shouted, waving my sign high above my head. A man in the black Lincoln parked in front of me laughed and drove off as the light turned green. I restrained myself from throwing a rock through his back windshield.
Instead, I swiveled around and kicked the empty plastic cup I had sitting on the curb that contained only two quarters given to me by a homeless man. I dropped my sign and sat down on the curb, picking holes in my already shredded tights.
I glanced up just as a man walked by me. He rolled his eyes as he passed by my sign, and kicked it over. And if that wasn't enough, he tossed a styrofoam cup over his shoulder.
"Hey!" I shouted, standing and picking up my sign. He turned around and gave me a once-over, a stupid grin creeping up on his face.
I pointed at the cup on the ground. "Stop staring at me and pick that up,"
The man looked surprised, but his face still upheld a slight look of humor. "Why should I? It's just a little cup."
"Do you want to live in a world where trash is stacked to the sky? Where clouds of smog pollute the cities?" I asked, clenching my fists. "Cause that's where bastards like you are gonna put humanity."
"Hah. That's great. Just go back to waving your stupid little sign like all your other crackhead friends and leave me alone, okay?" The man laughed, starting to turn away.
Before he could get away, I grabbed onto the back of his jacket and swung him around. My fist collided with that smug face of his three or four times before I let him fall onto the concrete sidewalk, moaning and clutching his face.
"Tch. Idiot," I mumbled, propping my sign up on my shoulder. I took my two quarters and began walking down the street, putting the styrofoam cup in the trash on my way to the next corner.