"She's not from here" I said.

She seemed to be staring at me but the more I looked, the more she seemed to be focusing on the nothingness of the horizon, keeping her head up, avoiding the occasional whistle from a male on the sidewalk.

She looked the part, she seemed like one of them. But she was so different. She avoided them. Why ?

She didn't care what they were doing, to her they probably looked like fools. What were they doing anyway ? I was too focused on the wind blowing her slightly permed hair. Her hair flapping behind her like a flag, black like the emotion that I was feeling at that very moment.

But for some reason, her mind was focused on something else. She refused to walk past our gathering place. She took the long road home, just to be excluded from the crowd.

I just wanted to know what was on her mind. A normal 17 year old, trying to survive.

She was walking down the street, pausing to check her hair in every parked car she walked past. Asian. With those oversized sun glasses and bag, she kept walking, with stones in her shoes.