I walked into the crosswalk. Pep to my step. I was going to go see my sister, it was her birthday. I had gotten her a couple candys and a new coat. A car whooped passed me, so close I could feel the wind in my hair as it passed.
¨I thought pedestrians have the right of way!¨ I screamed
It didn't matter, I was off the crosswalk. I live a couple blocks away from my sister. I passed a couple people on my way. I saw a couple teens riding bikes down the street, their parents not to be seen. There was a couple I passed heading to the next crosswalk. They looked like they were fantasizing about each other, staring into one another's eye, almost running into me. I decided to stop by my brother's apartment to say a quick hello. My niece ran to me with my arms wide. She was 6 years old, eyes fluttering with amazement for the world she has yet to understand. She has strawberry blond hair and brown eyes unlike her mother but identical to her father, although he has lost it over the years. Just then he walked out as well. When we were children my mom and father never wanted to take us anywhere. We were always roughty, aging didn't change that much. Although matured we still act like when we were 16, hanging out with people we shouldn't and always hurting people in ways we didn't think we could.
¨Hey!¨ I said loudly to him.
¨Whatcha doin here¨
¨I just...