I look around skeptically at the people around me. There’s a couple, snuggling on their seats. The train rolls down its tracks, revealing underground darkness out the windows. The subways are a mysterious place.
Next to the couple are two males, one with glasses, and one with fairly dark skin. The one with glasses wore a nametag. It read, “Michael.” The other called himself Franco. They sat across from me as I looked around at the other passengers.
Making myself familiar with my surroundings, I glance towards a group of people enjoying themselves. One had pale skin and light red hair. She wore a heavy jacket, and silver earrings. Next to her was a girl with shoulder-length black hair. She looked dark and mysterious, and smiled very little. The other person in the group was a tall gentleman in a suit. He looked very intelligent at first glance, but as you saw him up close, you could see his earrings and gelled up hair. They stood talking towards the back of the train, when disaster struck.
The train came to a head-on stop, making everyone in the car jolt and fall towards the front end. One woman flew right over my lap, screaming as she went. The lights went off except for one, which flicked occasionally. The doors would not open, and even if they did, we were in the middle of the tunnel; nobody could fit through to get out. In this car, there was myself and about 19 other people.
Once everyone was back on their feet, some of the passengers began to freak out. They may have been running late for meetings or appointments, they may have missed a flight, but they were all in panic. The pale lady with red hair took a seat next to me. She told me her name was Victoria, and she asked if I had any idea what was happening. I shook my head, and she left my side. She acknowledged the woman with black hair by the name Maya, and her gentlemanly friend by George.
Michael, the boy with the glasses, who looked about 18, was pacing the length of the car. While he was pacing, he tripped over a short, pretty girl, who them screamed. She got herself up and gave Michael a dirty look, brushed herself off, and walked to a seat next to another girl, and began to text each other. The two girls went by the names Roxie and Angelique. Roxie, the shorter one, had dark wavy hair, and wore lots of accessories and jewelry. Angelique, who was taller than Roxie, but not quite tall, wore jeans and a sporty jacket.
Soon enough, everyone had taken a seat and introduced themselves. We found out that the couple that were snuggling a moment ago, went by the names Caroline and Robert. Next to them was a man, with glasses and a newspaper in hand, who was a bit heavier than the others. He said his name was Scott, and that he wanted to know what was going on immediately.
Next to Scott sat a man who had been quite discrete and had not talked to another person. He introduced himself as Craig. He scowled around the train, and still said nothing but his name.
There were two boys that were always yelling, always screaming, always laughing. They were the two that made everyone mad, but at the same time, brought humor to the situation. Their names were Marcus and Patrick. Marcus was tall, wore a sweatshirt, and had his hair gelled up in a spike at the front. Patrick was neat and clean, wore dressy shoes and a button down shirt, but at the same time, was no different than Marcus, and loud just the same. They would run around the subway car, making everyone laugh, except for Sarah. Sarah was the girl that was quiet. She always looked pretty, but she had little personality. She didn’t smile or laugh a lot, and she would keep to herself and her best friend, Silena.
