[b]*Why do they insist to carry on a conversation with me or act like they care, don't they know that I can see, I'm not blind to the whispers behind my back,yet they still feel the need to talk to me, I'll turn th s music on and up,maybe he'll get the picture then* Ben thought as he pushed play on the old out of date 80s relic that belonged to His mother.
Bat Vomit screamed from Ben's headphones something about " Scum basturds"

Ben kinda smirked, as he walked across the street, not really keeping in step with the others, he was lost now, in his own world.
Music drowned out all the negativity in his life, here , right now in this moment, he was alive.
*Honk* 
Blared the car horn, "Get outta the road freak!" shouted the driver of a moving van, as he flipped Ben the bird.
Ben watched him drive by, reading his lips, seeing the anger, seeing his father.
The van came to a stop at a red light, and Ben never took his eyes off of it.
He stood in the middle of the road, watching the van.
The driver looked in his rearview mirror and saw the freaky kid again, "What the fu..?"

A large sewer rat ran out in the street and stopped, sniffing the air...
The rat looked at Ben and their eyes seemed to meet, suddenly the rat turned and hopped onto the tailgate.
The driver was getting irritated and pissed, he threw open his door and stepped out.
"What's your friends problem? Is he crazy?" the driver asked us.
The rat leaped out and bit down on the man's hand, as he started to make a fist.
"Aaaaaaaaggggghhhhhh...oh God,  help me!!" 
Ben smiled.
But only briefly, before doubling over in pain,  as he stumbled across the street, and leaned against a lamp post.[/b]