KISAME
I was dropped off when I was 2 or at least that's what the woman who found me on her door step said. I guess even my mother hated me, but I really don't care. I ditched that place as soon as I could and now I live in this old motel room. It isn't much, but its better than nothing.
After stealing someone's purse, I didn't feel guilt anymore, I was on my way home. That's when I passed the old bus stop. I was surprised to see a person there, mainly because the bus stopped coming here years ago. That and because it was pouring rain, but she didn't seem to notice, she was still so irritatingly happy. She was happy...and I hated it. No one should have a reason to be happy when there sitting in a storm. I was tempted to wipe that stupid grin off her face but, I ignored her. Even when she started calling after me. If I looked back and thought about it, That was mistake number oneof three, because as soon as she stopped yelling, I felt a something bounce off my head. The Little Brat had thrown her ripped up rainbow converse at me. I should have continued to ignore her, but I then made mistake number two by turning to talk to her.
What the hell was that for?
You were ignoring me.
And?
It's not nice to ignore people.
Yea, well I don't give a damn about being nice to people. It's a waste of time.
But if your always mean people won't like you! Then you won't have any friends.
I'm already hated by everyone brat, why make the effort to change it. And that ladies and gentlemen, was mistake number three.
I walked away, but as soon as I started to cross the street, she threw her other shoe. She must play a sport cause it hurt like hell.
It's not the shoes that made me remember that day, or even that bright pink head of hair, but when she screamed like a nut job:
DON'T WORRY I LIKE YOU OLD MAN!
I continued to walk away this time, pretty damn content with knowing she was out of shoes to throw.