Click clack,,,,cliiiiccckkk cllaaccckk,''damn fake heels make so much noise,'' she whispered to herself..Her very not original Louis V suitcase behind her was a distraction to her neighbors and her mother was part of the crowd slowly growing from the small dark rooms which they proudly called home,all 10 of them.They looked like mice poking their heads through the small wooden windows..heheeheehee.The stench from the sewage reminded her of the one place she did not want to be..People here are such snoops,illiterate and now they're thinking to themselves...look at her,she thinks she's better than us all,goes and comes walking in those towering shoes,long hair,painted nails and face,a shade lighter since we last saw her,...she's only here coz she no longer slee.....Her reverie of the possible thoughts of the people around her were interrupted by her mother's beckon to tie a leso around her waist and cover her shameless behind this instant. Sigh,home bit...
Life In This Thing Called Life