One might take for granted, the safety of suburbia. I was led to believe by my parents that in "a neighborhood like this," I would be perfectly safe. In the 7th grade, I had to take the bus that dropped me off quite a ways away from my house, meaning that I had to walk quite the distance to my house. It wasn't a major problem, just a minor inconvenience at best. The main reason I took this specific route was to save some minutes sleeping in the early mornings, but I digress. So around 3 weeks pass since I first started taking the bus and nothing really major happens. The only think really worth knowing up to this point was the occasional stranger engaged in a full one-sided conversation or a stray dog here and there.
Needless to say, I had gotten comfortable with the route home after riding the bus each day. …show more content…
As I walk past a house, I hear the door creak open, followed by a "Hey, kid!" I looked to my right and I saw two guys, both looking about 17, one was fat and one was tall and skinny. "We're having a party in here and wanted to know if you wanted any of the candy we had." I knew that this was a lie right off off the bat, the house was dark and I heard no normal chatter and party-like noises, no cars on the road. I responded with a "no thank you"and immediately sped up my pace while walking away. It was a good thing I did because less that a minute later I heard the same voice say, "Hey, kid!" I turned to see the two guys, less that 50 feet behind me. The tall skinny one was on a bike, the larger one walking beside him. He said something along the lines of, "where do you live?" Without thinking, I bolted down the street as fast as I could. My house still being a half mile
Needless to say, I had gotten comfortable with the route home after riding the bus each day. …show more content…
As I walk past a house, I hear the door creak open, followed by a "Hey, kid!" I looked to my right and I saw two guys, both looking about 17, one was fat and one was tall and skinny. "We're having a party in here and wanted to know if you wanted any of the candy we had." I knew that this was a lie right off off the bat, the house was dark and I heard no normal chatter and party-like noises, no cars on the road. I responded with a "no thank you"and immediately sped up my pace while walking away. It was a good thing I did because less that a minute later I heard the same voice say, "Hey, kid!" I turned to see the two guys, less that 50 feet behind me. The tall skinny one was on a bike, the larger one walking beside him. He said something along the lines of, "where do you live?" Without thinking, I bolted down the street as fast as I could. My house still being a half mile