“You’re an Enyana! You can’t do anything!” I glared up at the boy’s face, wanting to say something. I knew I couldn’t. I knew it would make it worse. But I did. “You’re a Shibuya.” I spat back, “The only thing you can do is pick on Enyana’s.” The boy scowled, pausing. He was trying to figure out what to say. My smile was triumphant. I began to walk away, then I heard him say something. I turned around, expecting him to punch me. What he said was like a punch. “Just you wait.” he hissed, “If fact, why don’t you wait on the path?” And just like that, I was gone. Running at full speed home. The path. The path leading home. The path leading to my little village. It was scary, that they could threaten you with a place near your own home. But they could. And they would. All Enyana’s got ambushed on the path eventually. Maybe it was my turn.
