I walked down the street aimlessly. I was too stupid to have figured out where to buy any drugs before leaving the schoolgrounds. I don't know where I'm going at all. Maybe I'll find someone off the street--isn't it illegal to sell to me in stores since I'm a minor?

Maybe I can hit up a homeless person, maybe I could trade and buy him a nice meal or something. I have about thirty dollars, which might not be enough, but should buy something for me.

I keep walking until I reach some alleyways. I pass by a few, glancing in to see if there's anyone there. It's doubtful I'll find anyone, today... I shouldve planned this better.

The cars buzz, buzz, buzz, the building their flowers. People bump each other on the streets, never apologizing to one another. I see various colors, many versions of the rainbow, and many color scales. Mystifying, sometimes, how colorful the world is. Maybe one day, whilst I'm free from my nightmares, I can enjoy it. Maybe I could potentially enjoy it, but not on my own.

I watch my step carefully, hoping I don't step in dog poop in my slippers. I feel a breeze pass through me, and I shiver. I really should've planned this better...

I look down, thinking about how scuffed the bottom of my slippers will be. The sound of them hitting the ground is soft, but a blazing blue streaks across the bottom right of my eye every time I listen for it, and even when I don't listen for it but hear it nonetheless. I've paid attention for a long time to various noises, so I know what many sound like. Thankfully, or I'd be a bigger puddle of a confuzzled mess.

Due to lack of paying attention, I bump into somebody.

"I'm sorry-"

It's her. That chic I ran into before, a few weeks ago. I remember her distinctly, from her irritating remarks.

"Nice to see you again, Edge King." I can tell she remembers me too.

I glare, "Stop calling me-"

"Sorry, forgot you didn't like it," she smiles, and sticks out her buff hand. "Let's officially meet then. Reyna."

"Nico," I respond without taking her hand. She places it on her hip.

"You snap at me for lack of manners." she mumbles, but loud enough that she knows I hear.

"None of your business who I am or what I'm like, so leave me alone."

"Hey, it's not a horrible thing. You don't seem that bad of a kid."

"Kid?" I raise my brow.

"You're in, what, tenth grade?"

"Eleventh."

"Well, I'm in college. Freshman year."

"Good for you, I don't care."

"Well, that's why I called you kid."

"How could I be the kid when you're the immature one?"

"And how am I immature, Nico?"

"By acting like we're buddies after just meeting. It's rude and uncomfortable."

"I apologized."

"Well, not every 'sorry' fixes every problem."

"What problem has doing good not fixed?"

I clenched my jaw. My family.

I looked away, "Leave me alone." I pushed passed her, bumping her shoulder. She yelled back a few insults in Spanish, but I I ignored the color of her voice, and her voice in general.

That argument was so unnecessary. It was with a stranger, of all people. I felt tears brim my eyes. So useless...

I sniffed my nose, and kept walking, drugs being the only thing on my mind, unfortunately. Yeah, if only my family could see me now. What a good person I am.