Ariana
I was walking with my hands in my pockets, looking down as much as I could.
I was afraid.
No Ariana you're not afraid.
I sigh and kick the dirty concrete sidewalk.
It hasn't occurred to me that the same old stupid blue mustang was following me.
Stay calm...
I gripped onto my switchblade in my pocket and kept walking, pretending they weren't there.
"Hey greaser girl!" A boy yelled out from the window.
