I still wasn’t doing anything wrong. I was out in the sunlight in the middle of the day, not lurking in the dark. I wasn’t skipping school or sneaking out. I was going exactly where I was supposed to be going, exactly when I was supposed to be going there. He wasn’t after me. He didn’t even know who I was. They tell you it was random to make you feel blameless. But all I hear them telling me is that I have no control, and if I have no control, then I’m powerless. I would have preferred being blamed.
