An Innocent Mistake (#Wattys2016)

Chapter 13

In the streets, where public swarms, floating around on the sidewalks and are occupied in the daily work. In that I was alone on the bench, feeding on muffins and then on granola bar. I less care for anyone. If my own parents didn't give any attention to me then what outsider has time for me. My loneliness is the only company in which I commit to trust myself and be loyal to it.

I get up and dump the wrappers in the garbage bin nearby. The crumbs of crispy granola bar are sticking on the edge of my lips and some are taped to the chin. I sweep them out of my mouth and prudently work to leave it flawless.

I saunter back to the bench where my bag is patiently watching me and I join in. I pat the bag and pull it closer to me, rounding under my arm, then helplessly watch the cars. Many of them would line up and crowd in dozens at the red light until green light flickered to grant the cars to drive on. Just like that it happened countless times and I fiercely stared at the scene, whiz by.

Where should I go?

I don't even know this place properly.

I surge in the warm spring air and exhale out. My stomach feels sick from eating. The growling in the belly ended, but I can't sit still. I am constantly kicking the solid pavement as if it can help me feel better. But instead my polished moccasins are being destroyed; as the tip of the shoes is scratched off, leaving it tattered. I instantly stop doing it and lift my right feet to my lap, to examine how my shoes have suffer. I can't even rest peacefully with my only pair of shoes.

It's really stupid of me!

I put down the feet and steadily sit. Later, I get up and wander away with my stuff. I walk on the side path lay straight down, where pedestrians pass by and march away for some work. I aimlessly explore the brand new surrounding with carrying little light of hope for any better.

My feet transport me to somewhere in a remote place, where calmness settle in the air and no shouts of complains bring annoyance. I cordially fold my arms across high on the chest and after a longtime I feel a happiness coming to my face. It seems like I have reached my destiny despite I am washed with the accuracy.

I tumble over the curb and watch out for any vehicle coming on the road from either direction. Then safely cross the street in the absence of anyone and leapt over on the other side.

There was a large open land blanketed with the spring grass, cheering delightedly. Down deep in that place was a huge oak tree, branching out in several direction, dressed with leaves. It almost appeared as the shelter for a homeless, like me.

I never thought I would be one of them, even though I have parents. How can I forget that they don't love me anymore. It is nearly equal to hate.

Seriously.

When I go in the grassy land, I reckon that there hung public, relishing with their family and friends. There is a buzzing crowd. It is beautiful to be among those people. But I don't know anyone. I am a strange to them as they are to me.

I warmly walk through and see that there is no one near the oak tree, where my spot is situated. I like to sit away from crowd of people or any place that had several people hanging out. It is very inconvenient.

I claim my space by the tree, quite provocative to my world. I mostly prefer to stay solitude. Like that there are no worried no issues. Just be indulge in the joy of your own life. After all I agree with it. It makes sense to me.

From my bag, I fish out my Tessie, crumpled in like a paper, with legs unnaturally bend up to nearly her face and arms stuck behind the body. I managed to fix it to her usual shape and zip my bag, then thump it beside me.