As I am walking on the street with my friends I hear a group of boys call out.
For a second I think it’s for me but I turn to to my best friend next to me and realize it’s for her.
She’s the pretty one.
I don’t know why I am surprised.
I don’t get attention for my looks, average and plain.
I don’t get attention for my personality, weird, boring.
I don’t get positive attention, maybe the negative attention
Just the once would be what I so desperately crave. Someone actually noticing me.
My friend who is the target of their cat calls rolls her eyes and keeps on walking as if it doesn’t effect her.
As if it happens all the time.
Oh wait, it does.