As the crow screeches, I step down the stone steps with a quiet and quick pace.
Quickly I turn like a novel dancer and slam the old gate door behind me.
Its tune matches the crow.
With a nod and twist, I continue my walk.
Quickly I turn like a novel dancer and slam the old gate door behind me.
Its tune matches the crow.
With a nod and twist, I continue my walk.
Pat, pat, pat, pat goes my flats.
I smile.
Not as harsh as heels. Instead, soft and gentle.
Pat, pat, pat, pat.
"Good morning young lady!"
I nod at the man in the fluorescent plastic. "Good morning."
I smile again.
These people never learn.
Walking and reading a paper of black and white is impractical for someone like me.
Left. Right. Left. Go.
Correct? No. But I go.
Stares are plenty but I greet them with my toothsome smile.
I can't help it I like pillbox hats or cats printed on my skirts.
The glass doors greet me upon my arrival.
I smile and open them widely.
It's good to be here.
"Good morning!"
This time, I'm the one who's responded to.
"Good morning!"
Like the stone steps, I walk up them with a quick and quiet pace.
Technically, I'm not at home.
But truthfully, I am.
Now, what class do I have first?
