KIANNA

Point of View

　　"Excuse me"

　　Squeeze and keep up with the people riding the Train who like me are in a hurry to the destination.

　　Where am I going?

　　I was just caught in the railing of the Train as I remembered what to do.

　　I looked at the man who was whistling looking at me, I just stared at it and just didn't pay attention.

　　I still have a lot to think about that is more necessary to pay attention to.

　　I just focused my attention again when I noticed that someone was holding my waist.

　　before I was even able to defend myself I just saw this man lying on the floor with eyes fixed on the man in the hat and wearing a black jacket.

　　I would have thanked him when the train we were riding in stopped and went out with the people in a hurry.

　　I just sat back in the empty seat and waited for it to work again and take me where I should go.

　　at its second stop I immediately got out and called a taxi.

　　"Ma'am, we're already here" the driver said.

　　Slowly if I opened my eyes from I did not realize I was asleep.

　　I get out of the car and I am greeted by the wind coming from the trees around.

　　"Thank you man" I said to the driver as it lowered all my belongings.

　　In the distance I saw the man wearing a black hat and jacket.

　　" Hey! "I shouted at him but he continued to walk.

　　I ran while towing my suitcase.

　　"Hey! turn around I don't know your name "my second shout but it still didn't stop but it made the walk even faster as if he was running away from a sin that he didn't commit.

　　I could do nothing but take off my shoes and throw them at him.

　　I made no mistake it stopped walking and slowly turned to me.

　　Oh no! I guess I shouldn't have thrown the shoe at him!

　　I dreaded my tongue to see how badly it looked at me.

　　he walked closer to me while the looks were still not removed.

　　"What the hell!" Its language annoyed me.

　　Is it required that when you throw a shoe, you are suddenly struck by English?

　　I smiled at him as if I had done nothing.

　　" What is your problem? "

　　"Why are you calling me when you're not paying attention"

　　"Hey! Is not my name"

　　English again!

　　"Kianna" once I reached out to her with my hand.

　　"Nevermind" once turned its back on me

　　"Can you help me carry these things?"

　　"You have a hand why don't you make it ?"

　　"Why before? You helped me and now it's not possible?"

　　"I'm not a Superman to always help you"

　　My feet are just trampling on the cement I am stepping on.

　　"I thought it wasn't GENTLEMAN" he almost whispered.

　　"What did you say?"

　　“Nevermind” I picked up my belongings and started walking away.

　　"Excuse me"

　　"What ?!"

　　Nice! The older brother is contagious

　　"That's my house"

　　"I said that's my house" I even heard his loud grin.

　　I turned the door and went inside.

　　I immediately flopped myself on the soft sofa that was there.

　　"Hello Ma!" I answered from the other phone line.

　　"Have you arrived yet?"

　　"Just arrived"

　　"Is it okay that you just moved?"

　　" Yes Mom " politely if answer.

　　"All right take a break"

　　I got up from my seat and went to my room.

　　"How many times have I moved?" I asked myself.

　　I was frustrated because the shampoo didn't fit my finger to count how many more I've moved it now.

　　if the rent is not expensive, too far from where I work or otherwise the surroundings are too noisy.

　　I peeked out my bedroom window and saw the man sitting on the grass.

　　It was looking at the dark sky that foreshadowed the pouring of heavy rain.

　　the raindrops gradually dripped but it was still sitting there.

　　I quickly grabbed an umbrella and left the house.

　　I approached him and saw him close his eyes as he felt the raindrop that seemed to serve as tears spread all over his face.

　　I supported him which caused his eyes to widen.

　　"Why are you making it rain?"

　　It got up from sitting and looked into my eyes.

　　" None of your business "

　　he left as I remained standing while looking at the back of it slowly being swallowed up by the torrential downpour of rain.

　　I lay down on the bed and closed my eyes. Again if you see how he looks in the middle of the rain.

　　its sad eyes and the words of his mouth.

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