How rude!!!!

On Friday, I was feeling pretty emotional because of an incident that took place during lunch. Later on in sixth period, my world began to crash when my friends and I got into an argument. I could not sustain my anger during the whole conversation. So, I began to let out all my emotion; anger, depression, tearful, and happy. I could not stop crying during sixth period because my moods were not being controlled. It was a miserable day! However, my day was even more terrible when a couple of teenagers blurted out a hurting sentence. So, it all began when I was hanging out with everybody at the car wash. Navjot was standing farther away from me near the gas station. I, on the other hand, was standing by the stop light holding a poster that read "Car Wash." Minding my own business, I was waving the sign towards passing cars to attract attention. I was a little tired and my body felt really weak. My head was throbbing with pain and the sun was shining directly in my face. I was unprepared for the car wash and developed sun stroke after a few hours. So, a car full of teenagers (possibly twenty-year olds) passed me by. This teenager near the passenger's side had his window down. He stuck his head out and uttered the most rude, provoking, wounding, sorrowful, and ignorant comment.

"You are ugly as f***! You should not be holding a sign! [in the midst of the frenzy, I also recalled him saying something about] "being an outcast in society." 

All I could do at the moment was stare at the ground and allow time to drown me in my sorrow. Immediately, I dropped the poster, crossed the street and yelled Navjot's name. Like an amazing, supportive, kind, and incredible friend, Navjot asked me what happened. For a second, I felt like a little child lost in the woods and ran into Navjot's arms. I just started to cry and did not know why. No way was I hurt by the comments but I was hurt by the fact that I could not do anything. I could not curse at them for they might have had a gun nor could I allow the words to be blocked. I stood there, dumbfounded, crying in her arms. 

Well, I am just writing this blog in order to appreciate a phenomenal friend. Navjot, I am so sorry for drenching your shirt with my tears and I am so sorry for bringing you down. Thank you for being there for me. You are a great friend!