Lonely and out of place

She walked on the streets thinking to herself. Her hair flew in the wind, whipping her face. She changed the song on her iPod and paid no heed to the wind, or to how messy her hair was. Her thoughts drifted to back home and how easy it was. Her mother had done everything for her, everything was edible, life was just really simple. Here she felt out of place, judged, inferior and mostly alone. Trust was something unheard of and friends were almost never permanent. The tiniest of things hurt her, people were different. Maybe she was making this all up in her head. It didn't matter really. To her, home was always Pakistan. That was where she was meant to be.