Train Station |5SOS & One Direction|

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The cab driver is just as nice as usual. Talking about the weather and work. I pretend to be interested in his words but I'd rather be looking out the cab window at the busy London city in silence.

I usually take the train in to work but weirdly the trains just weren't working today. So I just took a cab in which he was very friendly.

"Alrighty" John, the cab driver said rubbing his hands together for warmth. I raised my head and saw we were at the building I sadly worked in. I was slightly disappointed we were here already. That ment I'd have to go in to the building faking a smile as I do everyday.

"Thank you" I blankly say as I hand the money to John and run across the road being careful not to get nocked over.

I brushed off my usual boring, dull and granny-like work clothes. The judgemental people at work think its stupid that I get all dressed up for work, when the people I deal with over the phone can't even see what I wear or what I look like. It makes everything much worse when I have a really boring voice which makes people even more disinterested. So yeah, working at a call centre is just shit.

"Well hello, Miss Perfect" Rachel my tango'd bleach blonde co-worker said as she passed me in her slutty little dress and 16 inch shoes that are way too big.

"Well hello, Barbie" I replied smirking at her appearance.

"Your late" She retorted. Shoot. I'm usually always on time. The taxi ride took a little over an hour and a half. The train usually only took a half an hour.

I ignored Rachel I ran to the elevators. Gladly I was alone in the lift so it gave me time to think of an excuse to tell Richard my boss for why I was late and also to fix my hair after all that running and panicking.

I hurried to my table I shared with another person, who didn't seem to be in today. I sat down at my desk as usual, put my ear piece in and started the calls.

I rang the next number on my list.

As I was explaining the item I was selling to the kind lady who seemed to be very interested in the call, a tall figure stood over me.

"Rachel had told me you were seen coming in late, is this true?" My boss, Richard had said, surprising me with his presence.

"Well, I have a very healthy excuse" I declared turning my chair around.

"Which is?" Richard trailed on.

"The trains weren't working so I had to get a taxi in and the traffic was really he-" I was interrupted.

"Look, I understand, just don't let it happen again" He surprisingly said.

"Oh ok-okay, thank you" I replied stunned, but he had already walked away.

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I left work at the same time as everybody and again the busy London streets were filled with people rushing to get home.

I had to call for a taxi once again, hoping that it wasn't the same one as this morning because I didn't want to chat, I just wanted to make it home in silence.

Finally a taxi pulled over and signalled for me to get in. Thankfully he was the grumpy and quite ones that don't really bother me.

He asked me where too and I replied with the address of my home.

"Now, home sweet home" The taxi driver said. Surprisingly the only actual thing he said the hour and a half of the journey.

Again the fair was pretty how, but I just payed him and thanked him for the lift.

I entered my plain and boring apartment I shared with nobody and kicked of my shoes hoping tomorrow would turn out better.

Little did I know.