Unfamiliar Place

  The first time I went outside around my school, I was afraid. But the funny thing was that, I wasn't afraid of the environment around me. Instead, I was afraid that I would get lost and not be able to walk back to school. I followed closely behind my friends. Sounds of sellers and merchants shouting and talking resonated through my ears. Adults and kids walking through the crowded streets holding food and drinks that looked so appealling to my mouth. The smell of fried chicken slowly entered my nose as we entered a small, narrow shop that was also crowded with seas of people. There were green walls around me, I noticed, as I sat on one of the small, white, tall stools. As I waited for my order, I heard the TV blasting behind me, and I listened intently to my friends talking. When I placed the French fries into my mouth, I tasted a salty, spicy taste. And I loved it.
  Now, I am all familiar with the noisy environment everytime I walk around the block, and I'm not afraid anymore. Now, the familiar smells of food being baked and fried tempts me to buy them to eat. I always savor the taste that triggers my taste buds. Now, the block feels even more like my home...