Plucking the peddles

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I walk out in my school uniform. A white long-sleeve button-down that was tucked into a royal blue skirt. My black knee-high socks cover my legs from the wind and the drizzled rain.

I walk over to a wet bench to sit. "Pop!" I open my umbrella and it quickly blocks the rest of the drops from reaching me.

I wait for a while until my train comes. The atmosphere is tight yet freeing. I reach my hand down to my thigh; grazing my fingertips across my soon-to-be reopened wounds.

"Squeak!" The train yells as it slows to a stop. I quickly hop up already positioning my hands to close my umbrella. The doors shut behind me as I wrap the velcro around it while heading towards my seat.

The warm sun from the morning had faded into a rainy, gray sky. I stare at my window behind me as the raindrops race down the window.

I turn back around and place the back of my head against the cold window. I close my eyes and smile at the thought of being free.

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