"You can't sit there," she said brushing her black hair back from her face. The wind down the concrete canyon pushed it back into her face before her hand could reach her side. She let it stay, crossing her cheeks, content with her fate like some child of Africa not bothering to shoo the blood sucking flies anymore. That was just how things are, why fight it.
"What do you mean?" He asked, looking at her. She looked his age. Maybe she had graduated from high school already. His heart beat a little faster listening to her.
"Don't know. The building manager will right your folks up though. I know. My mom's still mad at me for costing her 10 bucks."
He stood brushing his pants to make sure there was no dust on them.
"Thanks," he said, and walked down the street.
"No prob," she yelled to his back as he walked to the sidewalk.
He took a break on a blue bench at the side of the road. He was only there for a minute or two when a bus pulled up and the door opened.
He looked up at the driver. The driver looked back impatiently.
"Well?" The driver spoke.
"Uh, ... what?" The teenager spoke.
"You going to get on the bus?"
"No, I was just resting."
"Well, you can't rest there. That's only for passengers."
The teen stood. "Sorry," he muttered as he tromped off.
He found himself at a bridge, looking into the water below. He saw a raven flying from building to building never seeming to find a place to rest. He felt for it.
"Looks like you and I are in the same situation," he thought. Starting to feel a bit moody. He had never seen a building taller than three stories before today, and now he wish he never had.
"I hate cities," he said.
A policeman stopped his mountain bike on the bridge by the teen.
"How are you today?" The officer asked.
"I've been worse," the teen answered.
"Nice view here," the officer said.
"Mmm," the teen agreed.
"It's a shame."
"What's that?" The teen asked.
"You'll have to move on. No loitering is allowed on this bridge."
"Figures," the teen said walking back toward the apartment he came from.
The officer looked over the river at a raven. It looked out of place there over the water. It just felt wrong mingling with the seagulls and geese. He watched it drift away until it was out of site between some of the towering buildings.
The teen approached the building again, wondering if he was allowed to stop moving anywhere in this city.
"Hello again."
He awoke from his day dreams and say the girl from earlier.
"Hi," he managed a limp smile.
"So you're new." It was a statement, not a question.
"Obvious, isn't it." He said.
"Yeah," she smiled. He liked that. He felt a little better.
"I just don't want to hangout in my folks apartment, is there any park or anywhere I'm allowed to be beside home?" It was more of a complaint. He didn't expect an answer.
"My mom's having me make dinner tonight. You like spaghetti?"
He smiled.
"Yeah, actually. I do."
They walked up the stairs together.