I saw her, her face was pressed onto the glass windows. She looked familiar, she looked just like me… The only difference was her hair, which was long and tangled as though it had never been cut. She had a group of friends around her, all of them in that state of unkemptness but they were wearing the most brilliant street wear I have ever seen, it was as though they were going out for a party down at a rich classmate’s house or something. Yet, they were just standing down there, some looking out at the crowd, observing them, others had their heads pressed together, discussing, she had her face glued onto the cafe window looking at something or someone.
The street was filled with people, it was extremely crowded one would say, yet no one paid them any attention, no one cared about some rich kids loitering about the city, it was almost too common to find a sight like that. Something drew me to them, I looked, I stared hard from the bookstore across the street, my eyes drifted from one face to next as I studied them, something just didn’t feel right with them. Their faces, bright eyed, aloof, wild looks and one could almost sense a thick shroud between them and the crowd rushing around them. Like water running down the river, it meanders around the rocks without losing any speed. I waited in apprehension and excitement.
Finally, she turned, and in a second I saw my face from across the street, a sudden chill ran down my back, a second later, the crowd obstructed my view of her and the group. My curiosity have been ignited, and without wasting a moment longer, I dropped all books I was holding and ran out onto the streets. I mustn’t lose them, I keep telling myself, it wasn’t everyday that you get to see your double. Thoughts kept running through my head, was she a long lost twin, was she a clone, was I a clone? Traffic screeched to a deafening shriek as it was brought to an abrupt halt as I crossed the road without a care. Where were they? For once I hated the crowd, an impermeable obstruction. Then I saw them, turning a corner at the end of the street, they were talking, laughing and strolling, giving me just enough hope that I could catch up with them. Like a bull at a chinashop, I crashed my way through the crowd after them. Curses, insults and ‘Kids these days!’ were thrown my way, but little did I care. They fleeted in and out of my vision. The crowd impeded my vision, as I struggled to keep them in sight.