Days Passing

I live in the part of the city, you would call less fortunate. We're poor and we probably have the highest crime rate.

Anyways, in my small community there are these steps. The steps are like a major hangout for all the kids in the neighbor hood, and about a block away is the communities park.

Well a sidewalk goes past these steps, the sidewalk goes from the park and elsewhere.

The steps aren't always filled with people, so it becomes a good place to come and think.

Well on these steps I come everyday, no matter what.. This is where I meet, well see them for the first time, and that's where the story happens..


(Also this could end up being a short story as well.)