It’s raining. I’m wearing a hoodie and converse with black Levis jeans. My hood’s off, so the rain soaks my hair. I don’t care, though, all I see is the cars. The corner of the street feels so lonely, as everyone walks by. They don’t care to stop and wonder about the girl with the soaked head. But, again I don’t car. It’s all about the cars. The way they drive and stop, how fast the go and never slow down. One wrong step into the street and squash says the cars.
