The Girl In Love With Milk Tea

Judgemental

Thea

Mel and I walked along the busy streets of Manhattan, and to be honest I don't know anything about this place or well America in general. I'm a British girlie so I stand out like a sore thumb, and it isnt the nicest thing to stand out like so I get defensive really quickly which is what  I did as I walked past a Bagel truck and a man who looked well into his thirties, looked at me with repulsion and judgment. 

Me being me stopped dead in my tracks and swivelled to the left, where the oldie was looking at me like I killed his cat. 

"Yes?" I provoked. 

The man looked at me with even more hatred swarming in his Ken doll eyes and I was ready to fight the whole of America, like do I know this guy?

"Young lady, don't raise your voice at me!" He exclaimed shocked at my attitude, well he has another curve ball coming at him if he thinks I'm going to back down. 

"Listen. Oldie! I don't know you so why don't you mind your own business before I swing that wig off your head," I hit back, elongating 'oldie' so he can really understand that I don't care about him or his judgemental looks. I crossed my arms over my chest giving the 'I don't care' vibe which was necessary for a fight like this, showing that I can beat him with one sentence. 

His face went from disgust to horror real quick, making me laugh internally at the way I hit the nail on the head about the wig. Well and the fact that I hit a nerve when I called him old because who likes to be called old in public and be caught wearing a wig when they should clearly have hair on their head. 

"You dirty little fool!" He exclaimed while his face turned fire truck red which was definitely not a good look on him. 

I sighed, "Okay, let me break it down for you, I don't know you; I already hate you; you're a nut head so don't ever call me a fool with your croaky girly voice." the finality ringing in my voice, telling him the conversation is over. 

HIs face twisted in confusion as he wasn't sure what  'nut head' means and he seemed to mull over asking me what that meant or holding his ground but he looked my way and saw my menacing glare he immediately backed down, learning his place. 

I groaned as I felt like someone amputated my arm, and twisted around to see Mel pinching my forearm, her wide eyes full of anger. I was puzzled until she pinched me harder making me wince, I stared back telling her to back down because nobody looks at me like I'm scum. 

She blew out a breath, her blonde hair flew forward and laid back in front of her eyes. She let my forearm go and I immediately grabbed it and examined the damage, my skin had a tinge of rose pink around the area she pinched me and I glared at her. 

I turned around back to the old man, "Say sorry chap," I demanded, my voice help authority and power and he was taken back.

"Sorry." He mumbled, embarrassment clouded his expression and I let out a huff, happy that he apologised but bad that people were staring at us and the conversation we were having.

"Move on people, this isn't your conversation. Bye!" I snapped at the end, frustrated that they were standing there, they all turned around and went their own way and I finally had a genuine smile on my face, glad I can go home now.