Story #4

While on my way home, my phone ringing with Beyonce’s “Single Ladies” in my pocket, my hands were freezing so I left them in my pocket and continued to walk because I doubted the call was important enough for me to risk being more uncomfortable knowing that I was a long way from heat the thought alone was killing me, after a long period of my pain distracting me from the call even though I wondered who was calling me, while I was thinking, my phone stopped ringing my suffering just began, the wind smacked my face, harder than a furious parent causing tears to roll down my slowly causing more pain, In order to get home, waited patiently for about twenty minutes looking for the bus, once I noticed that there were about 20 people at the bus stop, since there was a delay, my mind told me that I wouldn’t make it home using that route unless the buses came back to back, rather than walking a few blocks for the trolley I continued to wait because my stubborn ways took over the motive to get out of the frigid weather, although I knew that I should call my mother or brother,  they didn’t want me to go out that night, as soon as I would decide to dial her number it would be no going back to avoid her long speech that would prove me wrong and  since I wanted to be right like everyone always wants to be whether they know they are wrong or not  when I saw someone step into the street and smile I knew the bus was coming, I made the executive decision to reach into my other pocket and check my phone which shockingly turned out to be a text from my brother saying “Do you want a ride home?”