"Just why the heck you are following me, Mr. Bad boy!" I yelled as I turned around and saw Omar.
I was angry.
Ever since I got off the bus, Omar began to walk behind me and started to follow me which was pissing me off.
Just why couldn't he go back to his home already?!
"I am not following you," he said, flatly, from behind.
I growled in anger. "Then why are you coming behind me?!"
"Because I want to," he answered, still walking behind me.
Arrrghhh!
It was useless to talk to Omar.
I peaked back and notice him looking around as he walked. As usual, he didn't hold any facial expressions.
I sighed.
It was so hard to figure out what stupid ideas were going in his head.
I kept walking as I felt the wind blew hard. The air was getting colder and I could feel my legs wobbling.
It was
