I storm off.
"They don't know what I'm going through. They can't relate." I think to myself.
"If only they would give me time to tell them."
I don't know where I'm going or what to do.
My phone vibrates in my back pocket.
It's James.
I swipe to ignore.
"No. Not yet."
I walk down the street, turning a corner to the arcade.
"I don't even know why I came here. Too bummed to play." I say to myself sitting on the bench outside.
"I gotta figure out something."