Carrie
My Father who art in heaven… Why do shitty things keep happening to me?
I am presently staring at a group of angry men whose expressions of displeasure abounded as the seconds grew. Their deep furrows showed their determination to tear me apart and I am facing such a predicament because someone thinks that I am a spy.
Why can’t I ever have a normal life?
Just… why?
As I focused my sight on the many men who were possibly thinking of forcing me out of the car, I reasoned what my next line of action would be.
Of course, I have to assure them that I am not a spy. But how do I do that?
I have a gut feeling that these men won’t be willing to listen to my explanations. But, I mean, I have to try. That’s the only option I have at this point.
So, while I managed a cheeky smile, my vo
