I got off the bus in the middle of downtown. Well, not exactly “got off” - I was carried off the bus by a large crowd of busy-looking people. Wow! Downtown was awesome! So loud and colorful. It must have been the most bustling place on earth: buses, cars, billboards, traffic lights and hundreds of people hurrying in different directions. I think I was the only one who didn't drink coffee on the go (I’d better learn to drink coffee since I plan to become a busy professional; I think a coffee cup is almost a required thing for a business person to hold in the left hand (and iPhone in the right). I wanted to take just a little bit of time and to look around but I noticed a policeman who seemed to watch me from across the street. Darn it! I was sure he was looking for someone to detain and I was a perfect candidate: a lonely teen in the middle of a busy morning only meant for adults. I tried to think if a place to escape.
To the coffee house at the corner? No! I only had money left for the bus. The bookstore? It was too small to get lost among a few morning visitors. Get on another bus? No! Bank? No! There was another policeman by its entrance. Just to run down the street like mad? This was a stupid idea. In the meantime, the policeman began to cross the street looking straight at me….
To the coffee house at the corner? No! I only had money left for the bus. The bookstore? It was too small to get lost among a few morning visitors. Get on another bus? No! Bank? No! There was another policeman by its entrance. Just to run down the street like mad? This was a stupid idea. In the meantime, the policeman began to cross the street looking straight at me….
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