My feet are killing me.

07.02.2017 21:55

I have two friends that go the same way I do once English class has finished (the last of the day). I watch them because they’re differences are incredibly amusing. One is tall, lanky, awkward… The other outgoing, relaxed, talkative. 

Yet they make the best of teams (I’d ship them if I didn’t know better). 

 

I enjoy falling back, behind them and comparing their paces.

Because even though my legs are acceptably long and I'd be able to quicken up my own rhythm, I’d rather stick to the “sidelines”. 

Rejoice in my clumsiness and trip with a few pebbles. 

My feet will start aching by the time they disappear around the corner, I know and then I’ll breathe out with relief.

Being a detective is hard work.