A stroll though hell, sounds awful but here its kind of sweet. Even if every other corner is someone dyeing, but you won't focus in that. Walking down a street you see-..

I gasp, backing away as I rub my forehead

God watch where your going weirdo.

Well that was weird, why was she so angry. Doesn't matter that much, time to go home anyways. Once there you look to your left and see that girl again-

I sigh, hitting the door trying to get it, not before noticing you look at me

What the fuck? Ware you following me or what.