Train closes on your face
Running from the turnstile to the train and the train door closes on your face and leaves the station.
I fumbled with my wallet on the bottom of my grey duffle bag, searching for the rough material of my sparkling wallet. My finger brush across what seems to be the bottom of my track shoes, my short, newly trimmed nails gets momentarily stuck in the crevice on the bottom of the shoe. Pulling away I final grasp my hand around my palm sized wallet, extracting the wallet from the maze of clothes, shoes and equipment in my bag. I open the clasp of my wallet; I see the uptown train across station bridge entering the station as I slid my student metro out of the credit card holder.
I slid the card in the metro card slot machine and out, already knowing that swipe was too fast, I still took a giant lunge towards the bar on my pelvis level. Well I don’t really need to catch this train, what’s the big deal I just miss first period gym anyway. Coach is just going to make me run laps, what a great warm up to the day right? My senses jolted back as the bar prevents me from entering the train station, I reached back with my right arm again and swiped my metro card again, this time making sure the screen displays Go as I pushed the turnstile with my hip.
Wiggling side ways as I tried to get my giant XL duffle bag through the turnstile, I make eye contact with that kid
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