“Can anyone tell me where the bus stop is?” A small man yelled at me as he began to hastily walk my way. “No, sir I’m sorry. I’m new to this place too. In fact, I hardly know where anything around here is. The only places I really know around here is my son’s school, the grocery store, and my house – and they’re all on the same street.” I said as I looked down at my feet. “Oh, that’s quite alright. I guess that makes two of us. I moved here a couple days ago for work, but I hardly know anything more than the name of this town! Benvidon...” He said with a sigh. It was a cold, autumn day – I was not used to this chilly weather at all. All these buildings everywhere were boggling my mind. “There are so many buildings here – everywhere! I could get so lost if I actually went to places not on this street.” I said. “Well, there aren’t really a whole lot here, compared to Preton where I used to live... now there are a lot of buildings. I could lose myself within five minutes of walking. Everything there looks exactly the same no matter where you were, no matter how long you’ve lived there it never changes.” I looked around and I felt almost lost and I hadn’t even moved at all. “This is a peculiar place, but I’m sure it’s going to be alright once I get used to it. I’ve never seen so many things look the same.” “Yes, and I have been trying to find the bus stop for ever! I wonder if there’s anyone who could tell me where the nearest bus stop is though.” Said the other man as he began to frantically look around. There was no one in sight at all; it was almost like we were in some weird sort of game – where we were the only ones around. I felt that way when I dropped my son off at his school, there was no one else there walking towards the school – no one around the school. Cars were in the parking lot, but no one was in them. I would see people at the grocery store, but none of them even seemed real. I could feel this strange tension between everyone I could see. Like they were just there to make you mad, or they just didn’t care about you at all. I couldn’t put my finger on it, but something didn’t seem right. Maybe I was just being judgmental; maybe people are just different here. I could never understand why people couldn’t all just get along, why there are conflicts in the world – why is there so much hatred? These are things I have always wished to be able to erase in the world. How there are so many hypocrites who just want peace, but yet they are the ones who start the fights? I could just go back in time a little, and maybe I could find myself in a happier place. I was put here for some reason I don’t know, I didn’t know why I had to come to this place. All these things were filling up my mind as I looked at the small man as he just walked away from me, and didn’t even say good-bye. My son’s school was about to get out so I decided to walk over to get him. As I approached the school, I saw three teenaged boys standing around a smaller boy. I couldn’t take my eyes off it, something didn’t seem right about that. I looked down for about a second and looked up and saw the older boys beating on the younger one. I immediately ran closer only to realize that was my own son who had just been thrown to the ground. I felt this feeling I had never felt before, I don’t even know what it could be called. It was a horrible, gut-wrenching feeling. A feeling where I just wanted to curse at them, and come over there and throw them to the ground and show them that they can’t do that to my son. They looked at me, running towards them, and immediately ran off in a different direction. “Farris! Farris! Oh my goodness, are you all right? I can’t believe I just saw that happen... what kind of teen in their right mind does that to you? Nonetheless anyone? What are their names? I will go report them.” I said, in a very strange tone. That gut-wrenching feeling was taking over me, I had never felt this way in my life. “I’m okay, I think... I was just walking, and they followed me and then trapped me. I don’t know what I did to make them like that.” He said as he looked up at me. “What happened to your eyes? Why is there water in them?” I was very concerned; his face looked almost the same as before, except for this water that was streaming out of his eyes. I had never seen anything like it before. “I don’t know why this is happening to me! I don’t really feel that bad, I just feel weird now. I don’t know where this water came from. I feel this strange feeling I have never felt before… is there something wrong with me?” My son wailed as he looked up at me with his big blue eyes, filled with that estranged emotion I couldn’t describe. A man with a very straight look on his face began to walk towards us. I watched as he continued getting closer and closer until he stopped right before me. “I saw what just happened... son, are you alright? Don’t worry about those boys anymore. I know who they are and they will be getting arrested as soon as we are able to locate them. Police are out looking for them as we speak.” He said. “Police?” I said, in a questioning voice. I felt embarrassed a little, how I didn’t even know what they were. I felt so odd, like as if I was just born into the world. “Well... yeah, how are you feeling son? It looked like quite the beat down, I was teaching my class and saw it – I paged the office immediately, and I tried to leave my class to come and break it up! My class is quite rowdy, they started to cause problems the second I was about to leave them.” He said, seeming very concerned. “Yeah, I guess I’m okay now. I didn’t even know what to do... that’s never happened to me before. I’ve never felt like that before, I couldn’t even respond. There were so many more of them – and they’re big. I couldn’t have done anything if I tried.” My son said. “Those boys are complete trouble. They’ve got a history of doing this in the past. Attacking the more defenseless or one person alone who they know won’t be able to fight back. They’ve got criminal records for assault; we try to keep a close watch on them, but sometimes they somehow manage to slip under our radar. We’ll keep a close watch on you too – to make sure you’re safe from them incase they ever try to taunt you again. Don’t have any worries. We want you to be safe here.” I didn’t understand what he meant by worry. Maybe that’s what I was feeling, I didn’t know what that emotion was called – but I didn’t really want to ask. “Thank you very much, sir. I feel a whole lot better now, knowing that Farris will be in good hands here. I don’t want anything to happen to him...” I looked down at Farris. He seemed to be trembling as he just stared at the man. “That’s good, every student here deserves to be safe. I’m Mr. Harrison, by the way. It’s very nice to meet you. I’m assuming you’re new to the area?” He asked as he reached out his hand to shake mine. “Yes, we’re quite new here actually. Still trying to get used to this, it’s very complicated. I haven’t really been off this one street yet, but I find everything so confusing. I can hardly find my way down this street without getting lost.