I Am Norma Jeane

Open up my eyes, and tell me who i am

As Norma Jeane, I am able to skid around the world aimlessly, observing the world and the city without scrutiny. I'm now 15 years old living still within the system. 
Tonight as  I was walking home from the Theatre a man grabbed my arm, he was dressed in all black , glasses half way on his face, and A long trench coat draping down. He stared at me for a second and asked bluntly..

"where are you going at such late hours?"
I stared back, knowing they are expecting me back at home. I rocked slightly, and said. "Sir, I'm on my way home. It's only a short ways away."
"Do you need a ride home miss?" He asked.
"No sir, I am fine." I couldn't look him in the eye, looking strangers into the eyes always gave me immense anxiety.
"Okay well hurry home, it's too late to be walking in the dark alone."
I turned my back away from him and started to walk away. He then followed me a few steps before saying something.
"Miss I saw you over there putting your foot into one of the cemented foot prints of the stars."
I turned back, embarrassed. Can everyone see me doing that everyday? I wonder what they think.
I said, "well yes, it was just for fun."
He said, "you know just because it doesn't fit doesn't mean you can't have your own one day? Your young.. what are you 13? 14? Yeah your foot won't fit any of their sizes quite yet, in fact it may never fit. But you'll always fit your size."
He then turned away and crossed the street.
I walked away wondering who was that man, why would he say such things? Could he have read my mind? Ha! That's silly. Of course he couldn't. He probably saw my mood drop and thought it would be kind to tell a complete stranger that their dreams could still exist.
Why all of a sudden are people so kind? The world seemed so grim up until I turned eleven. The world opened up and now people smile, talk to you, and even befriend you. I'm not complaining, I like that people notice me like I've always noticed them.