My feet are tired of walking. I saw a convenience store and walked towards it. I want some milk, I thought to myself. As I walked towards the cashier, I noticed someone. A boy. About the same age as me. Cap worn backwards. Complete with a bad boy outfit. Then I paid for my milk and glanced to his side. A lollipop! Typical. I laughed to myself as I realized how cliché he was. When I reached the door, I waited for him to exit the store. But after he opened the door, he turned his head to look at me. Those eyes. There was something malignant about them. He opened the door a little wider for me to pass through. I kept thinking about him as I walked home. When I reached our gate, I heard shouting and crying. I ran immediately and saw my mother weeping. "What's happening?", I shouted at my father. He couldn't look at me. Then I noticed the lady beside him. "Who is she?!", I demanded. The girl spoke, I have been with your father for 16 years. Something hit me. Those eyes. I knew there was something malignant about them.
