Not your business

A Story by shevon

I woke up on a blazing hot Friday morning with beads of perspiration flowing down my face as if water had been poured me. I peeped out the window with the steaming hot sun dazzling my eyes, I spotted an awful looking boy- with long uncombed hair and sunburnt face he was gathering leftover foods from my neighbor`s rubbish bin.

"Hey you get from there you bloody prick!", I shouted with great disgust, but the awful looking boy kept on his search..

"I`ll, I`ll call the police, get from there you s**t" I commanded at the top of my lungs, by then the awful looking boy -had walk a length to my window and began to threw two juice cans, one flew over my head while the other struck me to my mouth. Instantly I pulled my head in-side and cried out in great agony.

Boiling with rage I pushed my head back out the window and began spitting profanities that would be venomous even to the ears of mines, all of my insults seem to enter his peeling ears and escaped the other for he paid me no heed...

Great victory the awful looking boy founded what he was searching for, gathering as much as he can the awful looking boy turn and smiled at me exposing his golden creamed teeth and walked off mockingly leaving me standing there at my window.