I beat myself up last night for not talking to the boy with the tiara.
I was in a bad mood with myself all day.
My boss had to come in today and even he noticed how upset I was.
He asked if I was okay.
I didn't really know what to say so I just nodded.
He let me go home early even though I told him I didn't need to.I assured him I was fine.
But he just shook his head and sent me home.
As I was walking the air got colder with each step I took.
My mother,believing in these things,would say it's a sign.
A sign for what,I don't know.
I got to my building and,as always,there he sat.His back leaned against the metal dumpster with his head leaned down.
I watched the shine that came off his tiara,it seemed to follow me as I came closer.
My feet carried me right past him,wanting to get inside.
My hand was on the door,ready to open into the lobby with its ugly painted green walls.
But before I could stop myself I had walked backwards and stood right on the side of him.
Before I could stop myself my mouth moved to say
"Hi,my names Josh."
