The sounds of the crowd blending into each other, creating a dull, irritating roar. She was mute in comparison.
She really hated crowds.
The street ordinarily wasn’t so busy. What was going on? What had disrupted her usual quiet walk with this hellish brawl of people heaving upon each other, squashing her in?
A street parade. She finally managed to break through and see what the disturbance was. Of all streets, of all routes, why did those assholes have to crash her party? Whoever it was…
She rolled her eyes when she saw it was an LGBT Pride parade. Great, even better, because now she was the bad guy, on principle. Everyone loves gay people…
She stretched herself thin trying to escape the street. Just as she did, a club of drunk boys rushed past her, spinning her around just on her way thankfully out of the sweltering mass.
“HEY!” she cried after them, already pissed off enough at everything. Her quiet walk was the only thing that kept her calm the rest of the week.
She almost considered chasing after them. No need. They were already back for a fight.
She left with bleeding cuts from a broken bottle.