"I wish some one would see me." Were the few words that changed my life.
That day stared like every other one that fallowed before it. I would wake up late and rushing to the world meeting and arrive on time 9 out of 10 times. I would sit near the middle of the right table. I would take notes on the ideas I liked the best. Same as everyday, nothing special. But as everyday, Cuba had to push me into the bathroom and confront me for America's actions.
"What are you doing here burger-eating bustard?"
"I'm Canada!"
"Yeah right! I can smell the fried chicken from here!" He yelled as he kick me as hard as he could in the stomach. I squeezed my stomach and fell to my knees.
"*cough* I'm...*cough*...Canada."
"You little li..." Something stopped him in his words, but I didn't know what it was. Cuba stepped a way from me look up at the wall.
I turned around to see what he was looking at. The words "Leave him alone" where sketched on the wall with a red liquid, blood. "Alright man... I'll leave him alone." Cuba said as he look around with his hands in the air. He ran out with fear of the thing that wrote the message.
I brushed my self off, and turned around to the wall, and thanked it for being scary. I ran to the the meeting room, hoping I wasn't late. That wall was the nice thing anything has done in a while.
