The Law of Attraction

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Trains, trolleys, cars, motorbikes.

They all serve the same purpose. They take you to your destination, the only difference is the journey. Trains are fast and direct. They take you past beautiful trees and lovely homes that you'll likely never visit. 

You can travel quickly for a fair price, and arrive on time with hardly any fuss. Trolleys are wonderful if you need to cover a short distance, but don't mind making stops. You can really take in your surroundings as you toss your cares and worries aside. Trolleys are a good place for dreamers.

Cars are popular and convenient. Most people have one waiting for them in their garage or on their lawns. You choose your own path, and which scenery you partake of, but you aren't really free.

Motorbikes are dangerous. The drivers often go too fast and endanger themselves, and those around them. You barely have time to notice your surroundings as they zoom by. You tend to miss life as it whips around you, and never see who you affect.

I personally take the train. I'm sitting in one right now that's passing a lush green forest with high grass and fluffy white clouds in the blue background. It likes to rain here, but not today. The train from oxford to london usually makes the trip in just over an hour, but today I wouldn't mind if it took longer.

I could watch the skyline turn to a concrete jungle all day, enjoying the man made masterpieces of London.

I am, of course, excited to be visiting my father over the summer holiday, but for some reason I can't help but want this ride to take longer, as though my destination will change my life forever, and I'm simply not ready to meet my fate.

I've lived alone with my father for as long as I can remember. My mother passed away when I was very young due to heart complications, but we've made the most of it. He's a very well respected lawyer with a booming practice and spectacular case history. My father is an excellent man, that I couldn't be more proud of him if I tried.

I'm nineteen now, my first year of university behind me. I've learned so much this past year, and I feel like I wear my newfound knowledge of English History well. There's still much I've yet to learn, but I eagerly await my return to school next term.

I wrap my arms around myself and bite my pink bottom lip between my teeth as I recall the piercing loneliness I've felt this last year.

None of my friends followed me to Oxford, and although I'm not very far from home, I hardly found time to visit my father. I've been drowning in text books and assignments, hardly even finding time to give myself proper nutrition. I look foreword to my father's amazing cooking to breathe some life back into my blood.

I haven't had a boyfriend since I was sixteen, and I've never had a true lover. Sure ive been kissed, but I've never felt strong hands as they explore my body, or a soft tongue as it's tasted me all over. I've never made time for such... trivial matters.

I pull my cell phone from my purse and check the notifications. My best friend Sarah was the last person to text me, expressing her excitement to see me again this summer. I trust that we will see each other a few times, but a piece of me knows those days are behind us. A year can change so much, and honestly I feel so different from the girl who started university year ago.

Paddington station comes into focus while I'm lost in an array of my own thoughts. I push a piece of brown hair out of my face as it falls down and obstructs the view from my hazel eyes, tucking it behind my ear.

The train rumbles to a stop and passengers start taking their leave. I linger behind, in no hurry to be the first one off. My father would usually be eagerly waiting to pick me up, but his firm has just accepted a new and lucrative case, and he has a new partner to acclimate to the ways of his firm.