As I walked out of the record store confused about everything that just happened, I stopped at the crosswalk and plugged my pink headphones back into my phone. I shut my eyes to block out everything that is happening, every person that is walking around me, and all the buses and cars moving. All that I focus on is the only thing that matters right now, my music. As I step off of the curb someone yanks me backward while grabbing my arm. My feet tangle with theirs, and I lose my balance and fall onto them. I open my eyes, and realize it was the boy with the red tie! My phone slams onto the pavement with my headphones. That guy almost killed me! Does this boy even know how long I’ve had my headphones? I cradle them in my hands as if they’re a baby, as I’m about to cry. How can this day get any worst? Red tie offers to buy me another pair, but new ones could never  replace them. He looks like he’s about to cry as he sees my tears. I couldn’t have him buy me another pair, when he just saved my life! I thought I’m really mean to the person who just saved my life!  This is the worst day. Red Tie looks away from me, as if he’s about to cry, but why? I barely know him, why would he even care about what happenes to me? I’ve had these headphones ever since my family moved to America. My father gave them to me when he was still hopeful for making it big in America. They were my first love, and most times they seemed like they were the only thing that understood me. They know all my favorite  songs, they know how much I worshiped my dad, and they know that I hate myself now for not worshiping my father at all. 

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