The Walk
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The weather finally settles down outside after what felt like hours of being stuck inside. The dark clouds finally begin to part, however, you're not taking any chances of getting soaked again so you bring along your hoodie just in case. Walking down the street, avoiding all the newly made puddles that stand in your way, you begin to see the familiar luminous sign in the distance. Your getting closer to the store, but you still have a little way to go before you arrive. You’re thinking to yourself that your only going to grab the milk, you need to save money. You start to feel a strong breeze push again your face, causing your ears to get uncomfortably cold. You think to yourself that it was a good idea to bring the hoodie with you as you throw it over your head. The long silence of the walk is broken when you hear a loud siren go off. The haunting red and blue lights begin to flash the dimly lit street. A police officer slowly pulls next to you, rolling down his widow asking the question “what are you doing out here on an evening like this?” He seems to be suspicious of you. Its none of his business but you have no reason to lie, I’m just on my way to the store sir. “Hmmm, on a night like this? I’m going to need to see some identification.” You want to ask him why but you’ve seen those news reports. It doesn't end well for people like us. Your heart starts thumping and pumping, louder and louder as you reach for your back pocket. You notice that the cop is slowly placing his hand on the sidearm. He is watching every movement, he doesn't trust you. Shit! Please God, don’t let this go South! Your screaming in your head at this point. You pull out your wallet, handing him your school ID. Then he looks at you a little surprise, “Oh… you’re not a... you're a University Student?” the officer seems uneasy as he tries to cover his ass with a friendly question “so how long have you been attending?” It's my last year sir. You feel the sweat pouring down your back as it grows awkwardly silent again. The officer remarks “well you have a nice night” as he awkwardly steps back into his car. He begins to drive from the scene of what you felt was a hate crime. Fuck the milk! I’m going home!