?? - "hi"
me= "hey"
?? - did you see my gf?
me= yea i think so
?? - yea, well i like little boys
(this is when i start to inch closer to my other friends, as to move away from mr. molestors stare)
?? - dont worry about anything...
(me screaming for help from my friend brandon)
??- come here, dont worry about anything
(this is when he grabs my head and starts pushing it down, while all the people around me, including my friends, are laughing)
ME- get the fuck awsay from me!
??- trust me, it wont be that bad, i promise, it might be fun...
then the doors to the next stop open, and he winks and says...
??- this is my stop, see ya around?
(I am now sitting all by myself, with tears in my eyes and the extreme amount of shit i was put through, kinda like that will farrel part in starsky and hutch)
well, thas my story! thankfully i wasnt raped, , but i now carry knives wherever i go, and have anger problems against strangers who scare me!

