I went out for a run today. While I was running someone bumped into me and knocked me on the ground. Then they just laughed called me ugly and kept on walking down the road. So as I picked myself up off the ground I wonder why no one likes me, and why no one cares.
I start to question these things in my mind when I am interrupted.
"Are you okay?" he asked.
"Yeah. I'm fine." I respond quizzically.
"Do you want a ride?" he asked me in a persistent tone.
"No thanks," I barely manage to say before he starts to introduce himself.
"I'm Mathew, and you are?" he said cutting me off.
"I'm Sarah." I say hastily; wondering why this person is treating me somewhat genuinely, as if I am just a normal everyday person.
As I turn to walk away he stops me.
"Wait!" he shouts as I just barely get away.
"What?" I respond in a sharp snappy tone wanting to return to my run.
"I'm sorry, I was just making sure you didn't need a ride." he replies
"I'm sorry that I snapped at you, I just want to get back to my run." I say apologetically.
"Alright see you around," he says. Then he went and left.
Now as I'm rounding the block to my house, which is the final stretch on my run; I start to wonder. "Why was he being so nice?" "I wonder what he really wants?" But after that I never really thought about it again.
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The Forgotten
Mystery / ThrillerHow hard is it for someone to finally care? Well for Sarah it's pretty far fetched, and it seems as if no one even notices when she is around. If anything happened would her family or friends even care?
