My way home

As a boomshell the station and it's suroundings were with the thikened fogg, when my train arrived at the station. Behind me drunken youths my own age stumbled out on to the bench. I tried to make my way to the stairs unnoticed but weren't as lucky as those who vanished at the top. They said "Hey isn't that the girl? The one we..In eight or was it ninth?" They raised their voices to call for me, I pretended not to hear. As i walked on I could hear that they too got a move on and were quickening their paste. None of them bothered to run after me, and yealled after me but couldn't be bothered to fetch me. Something got trown my way. I kept walking

I realised one of the drunken class mates of old were behind me and wouldn't stop till he were at my side. So i stopped. Baffeled by my sudden stop he walked into me, looked up and nothing came from his mouth. I looked into his eyes, nodded and kept a steady paste home to my front door.

Inside I made tea and some food. With a full stomach and a cup of tea in my hand; I sank to my knes and sighed with relief.