Train

1. Beautiful girl

Keys.

Where the fuck are my keys.

I rummaged through every drawer in my bedroom. Until I remembered. "I'm so stupid", I said out loud, even though I live alone with my cat and she probably already knows that. I grabbed the keys which were lying on my coffee table, a new "technique" to remember where they are. Like you see, it's not working. Quickly, I grab my bag, run through the door, down the staircase,taking two steps at a time and trying not to land flat on my face. As soon as I stepped out of the old two storage building I look at my phone.

6:45.

This is gonna be the first time that I'm not late.

I take quick steps, making my way past all the cute cafes and boutiques, not even looking at the beautiful clothes I often admire. Today is gonna be the day, the first day this semester on which I'm not too late. I step into the last cafe on the small street and take big steps to the counter.

"Your daily order.", says Joshua, a tall brown haired boy and one of my best friends and probably the world nicest barista and person in general. It's a wonder if he's angry at someone or curses. I noticed that he does it more often since we became best friends. "I'm surprised you're up that early."

"Thank you, and you know I'm trying to change up a bit."

Now his face turned worried, a look you don't often see on him. Normally he smiles like someone who just heard the best news of their lives, like for example my chemical romance getting back together. (A/N who wouldn't smile like an idiot at that?)

I blow him a quick kiss and step out of the cafe again and continue my way to the train station. Now, you probably wonder why I'm changing everything up. Well, that's a really cliche story.

My ex boyfriend, Chris, wasn't the best you see. He was a trouble maker and slowly pulled me into this kind of lifestyle. Party, drugs and alcohol. Every day for half a year straight. Not that great for someone who is studying at university to become a teacher. Joshua and my other best friend Sarah tried to convince me that I could do better. I kind of knew that, but a voice in my head always whispered "Maybe he's the only one that wants you." The conversation we had about Chris were the only times I saw Joshua angry and cursing. But I stayed with Chris. That was until a week ago.

It was a normal day for us two. Wake up at 3pm, eat something, shower and go to the next best party at 6pm. Drink a lot, smoke a lot, dance a lot and cheat. Wait what? At around 4 am I wanted to go home and started to search for Chris. I found him in a bathroom having sex with a small, thin blonde girl. He wanted to convince me that he was too drunk and thought it was me. That could have worked out.

If I wasn't a tall brown haired girl with wide hips and chubbier thighs.

I ran away, directly to Joshua's apartment and stayed there for two days until I finally decided to go home and discover that Chris had packed all his things and moved out. Guys my age just don't know how to treat me.

Nearly at the train station, I suddenly stopped in my tracks. There was a weird feeling in my stomach area. My anxiety was making it's way up to my head.

But why?

I felt better after I broke up with Chris, I think the drugs and alcohol didn't make my anxiety better. Also, he was a damn douchebag. He had told me to loose weight, said I should stop being friend with Joshua and Sarah, and I would have done anything for him but I'm happy I didn't.

The train is pretty much empty, an elderly couple, two young guys laughing at something on the ones phone and a goddamn beautiful girl.

In a corner there sat a girl my age, dressed in a black skater dress and jeans jacket. Her short, wavy pastel pink hair was fitting for her pale skin and petite figure. The only thing that you could say didn't fit to her angelic look was the bright red lipstick. But she was damn gorgeous with that lipstick and her septum piercing. I could only see her side profile, her cute little nose, high cheekbones and defined jawline.

She was the angelic model typ, but also completely different. Like she changed up a bit because she didn't want to fit into that system. For some people that may make her ugly again.

She was not at all like me. I was a curvy and tall girl, with long brown hair and eyes with exactly the same color. Pretty boring. I always thought that my thighs were chubby, and my ass was too fat and big boobs and a not that flat tummy aren't that self confidence boosting either.

She was dreamily looking out the window, not noticing me, hell not noticing anything around her.

Like I said, there were a lot of free seats put some force seemed to pull me onto the seat right opposite of hers. Just now I saw that there were headphones in her ears and I could faintly hear the music playing. It sounded somewhat familiar but I just couldn't say why.

I just couldn't stop staring at her. She was damn beautiful. Maybe not to everyone. She was... Different. My parents would probably describe her as a punk with her ripped thights under the black dress and her dyed hair. Joshua would probably say she was trouble with her kinda smugged eyeliner and lipstick. But maybe I needed a little trouble. To me the way she looked was so unique and gorgeous.

I snapped out of my daydream and took my book out of my bag. "A darker shade of Magic" the big letters on the cover read. It was my favorite book and Sarah often says that I must know every word by heart now. That's kinda true, because i have read it for what feels like the 100th time now.

It's about magic, well duh, but it's more than that. It's about a boy who isn't like everyone else and a girl that is searching for something new in her life, an adventure. I have always recognize a bit of myself in Delilah Bard.

As I was reading the only thing I could hear was the sound of the train on the rails. It was so pretty and calming, Well, until there was a sudden screeching sound and I fell onto the girl in front of me. What the fuck had just happened?
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This is the outfit of the girl we only know as the beauty

Btw I want that hair, outfit and lipstick in real life *cry*

And the outfit of our protagonist Tara:

Btw the book I mentioned in here is really great and I have to do a presentation on it