Everyone on the bus stared at me as if I was a mad woman and shamelessly pointed at me while whispering amongst themselves.
I knew I looked like a living zombie but I was too angry with myself and my grandmother to care about their judging looks.
I got off the bus at the supermarket Cloey and I robbed yesterday.
The supermarket didn't seem to be open yet so I decided to wait a while. I wanted to pay the money before anyone else got here to avoid being stared at again. The unwanted attention is not appealing at all.
I was suddenly made aware of my appearance when I happened to see my reflection in the window of a lone car in the parking lot.
With a frown, I moved closer to the car to study my appearance. I looked a lot worse than I thought I did.