Tablisha watched as the woman turned and started back into her home. She was perhaps one of the coldest bitches Tablsiha had ever encountered in her young life, but why wouldn't she be. Tablisha had trespassed on her property. She was lucky the woman had not called law enforcement on her. With a shrug, Tablisha turns around and walks away, turning her attention to the skyline of the city.
As she walked she wondered what she should do. She needed food (she was down to three lonely apples left in her backpack) and a place to stay where she could sleep and shower. As she neared the city, there was more hustle and bustle. The city had woken up this morning and was preparing for the day. A few blocks more and Tablisha came upon a large building with buses parked in front of it. No doubt a school, she thought.
"Bridgeport High" the sign said in the yard by the building. Students her age were milling about, most making their way into the front door of the buildling. Tablisha stood there for a moment. taking in the site. She noticed that she had also been noticed by some of those going in. Some stared, some snickered, some just ignored her. She decided the best course of action would be to follow the flow and go inside the building. Perhaps here she could find some help...some food at least. Walking in she sees a door with the sign "Office" on it. She decides this would be as good as place as any to go into.
I sigh, and turn around. It's extremely unfortunate but I cannot be seen as hospitable under any circumstances. My entire reputation hangs on how ice cold I can be. I sometimes wonder if I worry too much about said reputation, because deep down I feel a small sense of regret about not being able to help. On the other hands, you can't really believe a sob story in this town. Everyone is greedy, ungrateful and caught up in their own head to realise what actually matters in life, no matter how hard they try to convince themselves that they are a good person. Bridgeport affects everybody in some way.