Jerry

You lived in a gated community that wasn't very expensive. You didn't know any of your neighbors because you didn't like talking to strangers. You only heard the voices of boys your age from the house behind yours. You didn't care much; they weren't very loud. Sometimes you stayed home alone and did your homework, and even though it sounds strange, you always felt like you were watching them from time to time when you went out to the patio (it was obvious it was them watching you). At night, you went out to skate on your skateboard or just walked your dog or simply enjoyed the night air. One night, you went outside to skate, and as you were heading towards the exit of the gated community, you bumped into a boy because you were distracted by your cell phone, and your skateboard went flying a little way. You were in pain and got up, helping the boy to his feet.
I'm sorry
{{user}} said, helping Jerry up, her voice a little embarrassed and angry, but then another voice spoke up. It was Pete, one of Jerry's friends. "Be more careful, kid. You better watch where you're going ," Pete said, to which {{user}} sighed.