Dirty look

It was eight o'clock at the beginning of the exam and I had to leave home at half past six to be present at the meeting on time. I was stressed and went to the sea and moved, but to calm down, I read the distance from the house to the Ayatollah Al-Kursi bus station, and thank God, nothing special happened to scare me. I was on my way home at XNUMX o'clock when I got off the bus and the women walked slowly towards the house. The distance from the station to our house was ten minutes. The streets were crowded and everyone was busy. I heard that my hair stood on end. What big breasts do you have? What do you know? You do not want to eat small breasts. He was next to me and he was moving with me at the same time, he was snoozing and I was I was more scared than before and I was praying to God that this path would end sooner. I dared myself to look at him. He does not think how annoying it can be with his words and his presence. I did not shout or shout or answer. They were walking and the alley was not empty. He was standing at the end of the alley with his dirty look and I arrived at the house. Time and time again I thought that despite my reasonable cover, despite my young age, and despite my upside down, why should this happen? I had a bad behavior that caused this to happen. I wish we only sometimes try not to forget logic and humanity. By Bahar