Chapter 9: SOFIA
My pits itched. Sweat drenched it and certain parts of my body. My sides burned.
I have been running. Ever since I left Gary and now I must wade through these herd of onlookers.
"Sorry. Pardon me. Coming through" I kept saying as I tried to push my way through the packed crowd.
"Girl!, you better not step on my sneaks. They’re limited edition" a girl said as I pushed past her.
"Sorry" I called, not bothering to look back. In truth, I wanted to retort "If they are, then why don’t you move them out of the way" cause clearly she didn’t deserve an apology. She was one of those people ’Live’ on PipPop.
PipPop was an app that allowed people to go ’Live’ in situations like the one before me. In doing so, they kept people informed of what’s happening at the present. Those watching then comment and react.
The app also allowed uploading of videos and clips which can also be reacted or commented on.
"You are a prick!" The man in blue overalls shouted.
"Your brokenness is your problem. Better quit this waste of time for a job you have. I can even help you with one if you can put your pride aside" The other man in polo and jeans called back.
I had wanted to move through the crowd, and I did, but somehow I had managed to get in front of the situation.
Inches from where I was, the yellow and black "DO NOT CROSS" tapes of cops marked the crime scene. Beyond the tapes, the men were restrained by two hunks of cops. But apparently, they couldn’t do much about the curses they hauled at each other.
"Privileged prick! How can someone like you give me a job when at this time of the day, you are drunk and high already? Looking at you, I can already tell that you’ve never worked a day in your life, so leave me to waste my time, but at least I don’t go around crashing into others and denying responsibility." The man in overalls retorted.