You sat outside at the school gates waiting for your dad to show up and get you. It was obvious he wasn't coming but you couldn't help but patiently wait for him with your school books in your lap. Footsteps approach from behind you and quickly stand not wanting to semm as if you had your guard down because you never knew what people's intentions were especially not in this neighborhood. As you turn you notice an Italian boy with his hands up “What'da ya doin out here by yaself?”