I could have sworn I hated him. I punched him in the face after all. But fear is a powerful fucking aphrodisiac I guess.
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Realizing it was hopeless, I stormed off, but before I could get very far he grabbed my hand. Frustrat...
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Life is confusing as hell.
I could never understand it. The moment you think something's going well, everything collapses around you like you're just an insignificant object stuck in a storm. The moment you think your life is going to go to shit, a ray of hope shines through the empty darkness. It's freaking weird. You could get hit with anything, anywhere and you'd have never seen it coming. But nothing compared to what I got hit with that day.
No literally, I got shoved by someone.
Turns out, that one moment changed my life.
Let me start from the beginning.
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"Shit, shit shit!" I cursed, trying to pull my boot out of the gross sticky mud. It came out with a weird squelching sound and I kept right on running. The wind was practically in my face and I struggled to move with my bag, and trying to keep my hoodie on. I finally managed to reach the subway and quickly got a ticket. I continued to hurry, otherwise I would miss the next one and officially be late for school. Again.
I leapt like I was freaking Jackie Chan or something, and managed to squeeze past the subway doors just before they shut and skidded to a halt. Panting like crazy, I finally zipped up my bag and tried to straighten myself up. I couldn't see it, but I could tell my hair was a mess. Not the best way to present myself at school, but it'll do. I finally looked up to see an old lady sneering at me in disgust, with her mouth hanging open.
"What, you've never seen a girl trying to get to school before?" I snapped. She shrunk from me a little and wobbled off to go find a seat. Whoops. Probably should have been nicer. Not my fault she's judgy though.
I just stood, using the support from above me. Soon enough I got bored and just started going through my phone. It buzzed with a message from Megan-
"Get ur dumbass here already. I ended up arriving early I'm bored."
Rolling my eyes I texted her back-
"Relax Meg, I'm on the train."
She gave me a thumbs up and I put my phone back in my pocket, waiting impatiently for my stop. When it finally reached, I hastily tried to push through the sea of people to get to the door, until I was pushed into a railing from behind.
Cursing, I turned around ready to yell my head off. "Uh, hello?! Are you blind?"
The guy who bumped into me didn't even give me a second glance. He just ignored me and walked out the door. I couldn't make out his face, all I could tell was that he was wearing a grey sweatshirt and had a tattoo on his arm that read "B4L". Whatever the heck that means. Who on earth would tattoo that on their arm?
"Hey, I'm talking to you!" I yelled over the crowd but he had already vanished. Sighing, I just stepped off the subway and ran to school.
I managed to reach just in time, panting like a dog with my hands on my knees in front of Megan. She just rolled her eyes at me. "Seriously Alex? You've got to learn how to drive."
