Greg would make his way towards his vehicle, a strong sense of uneasiness twisting within his stomach as he approached his car, keys in hand.

Kids, who seemed to be between 8-14, gave glances towards him, snickering and whispering among themselves. They weren’t discreet either, and it made him feel like an outsider, not like he wasn’t one.

Upon approaching his vehicle, he would get inside and lock it immediately, exhaling a sigh of relief. He was now able to breathe again.