Anthony walked down the road again for maybe the fourth time that day, annoyed that work had taken so long. It seemed each day he went in he only got more work piled on him, and it didn't help him at all. He sighed and pushed his black hair out of his eyes, as his curl in the front had fallen due to his frequent running around. His clear eyes sparkled with anger as he started to hitch up his binders he had been forced to carry home that day. His car was in the shop, and he hated it. He sighed once more; he seemed to be doing that a lot right now. He looked thin and small compared to the rest of the world, and he wasn't even 5' 6". When he was walking in his annoyance, he failed to notice the impact of a girl in front of him. He gasped and fell backward, his binders sliding across the ground and the glasses on his face falling off, "My glasses!" He said, softly searching around. He couldn't make out whoever had struck him without them!