impression

javi.

(javi)

my typical morning wake-up. the sirens speeding down the street ruining my silent tranquility. i say morning but it's actually 2pm and i've only just woke up. i couldn't care less though because it's college break, what better things have i got to do? go to some shit overrated party? that's the end of that list considering that's all this summer has consisted off.

after 20 minutes of pointless scrolling through instagram, looking at all the pictures of the night before, i finally got out of bed. i peered through r the white blinds and looked around for my families cars. nope. no one's here. kinda glad i'd definitely get some snarky comments from my dads brother. he is such an asshole, why does he have to live with us?

i hopped for a quick shower and got ready for the day, even though i seem lazy for waking up at 2pm. i am quite an active person. i threw on my nike shorts with an oversized beige hoodie and my running trainers. i quickly towel dried my hair, leaving the ends still slightly damp and hurried out my door, grabbing my cigarettes and airpods and forgetting to lock the door as per usual. my dad always complained when i did that, whoops.

i turned on my spotify and ran down the road, connecting into the always busy main street then into a sudden change of scenery of the calm, surprisingly empty, beach. i sat on the nearest bench and studied the scenery. i'd seen it a million times before but it always deserved my attention. the way the waves crashed so softly against the pier always fascinated me, even when i was a little kid. i remember coming here a lot with my dad too, it is my forever happy place.

i had been out for around 40 minutes and i decided to continue my run and go back home, i took a quick shortcut through the town streets and alleys. the shift in my surroundings was quickly noticed, the freshly painted, neon signed shops turned into run down and paint-peeling bricks. it was crazy how this was such an upper class area but the outskirts were just forgotten poverty-stricken estates ran by gangs and crews.

i kept a steady pace, not to spend too much time in this area for my own safety to be honest, and turned the alley corner back onto the main street...

as i was suddenly brought to a halt by a crowd of about 6 people harassing a younger kid.

"what are you looking at mate" one of the voices scowled.

"i'd keep running fag" a second hissed.

"enough" one of the voices spoke, "don't say tha-"
he was quickly hushed by a shove to the back. but then turned and squared up to the pusher.