Well... Didn't expect that...

I'm where?!

Warning- includes swearing and some stuff others may find offensive.

I had just been to an epic anime convention (whoop!). It was amazing, I had really gone all out, especially with even getting a fake cigar that blows out smoke. I endured the long queues, the huge crowds, and the god damn wig and eye contacts. It was really good though, and lookily I was wearing a suit that looked just like hers, so I was somewhat comfortable. Oh, sorry dear reader for me gushing like that- but I'm sure a lot of you will know the joys of having costumes personally signed by the voice actors (or was it just me?).

Any way, my name is/was Astraea Kingsman (I know, such a weird name- but my family were a wee bit strange any way) . And after all the hustle and bustle of the huge event, I just expected that the worst that could happen to me was someone stealing my wig (something that would earn them a bitch slap) or my ramen noodles (no one messes with my food and gets away with it!). Now, on with the story...

I was on the train back to my homeland, the great, the glorious North of England (not really that great- where I lived all we had was one Chinese takeaway and that was it, not a single shop sold sushi, apart from the ones in the city). The rain was rather modern, but had rather worn out seats with faded warm colours (oranges, yellows and the like) which mainly looked like annoying orange got his first period yes- it was that disturbing). I sat down where there were seats opposite me, and a table between us. I placed my bag on the table, looking at my beautiful treasures (oreos, nerds,kitkats, lollipops and so much more). I quickly closed the bag, restraining myself from the temptation of eating the food like a priest and sex (yes- it was that difficult to resist). But, I managed it successfully. It was then that someone asked me whether they could sit next to me, as all the other seats were full. I looked up, observing the 60 year old lady before me. 

She was the stereotypical old granny, with greying wisps of hair, and a tweed bag. I stood up, letting her sit by the window. She thanked me, smiling kindly. I sat back down, hand occasionally going for the bag then quickly being slapped by the other hand. I got out my phone, and listened to some music: Panic! At the Disco, Don't Threaten Me With a Good Time.

I tapped my finger to the beat, moving my head also to the amazing song. I then had a tap at my right shoulder. I looked to the right of me, and gazed at the smiling face of the old woman. I took out one of my ear phones, quirking an eyebrow in question. "What are you listening to, my dear?" She smiled. I offered out my ear phone, to which she took. Her eyes widened at the song, smiling. She gave me it back, and nodded in approval. "That is indeed a very good song. I must say that times have changed since the times of Vera Lynn." She commented, clearly reminiscing of old forgotten times. She chuckled to herself, and opened her bag as to grab a book. My jaw practically dropped when I realised what she was reading: Fifty Shade of Grey. Whilst she began to read the book, she almost smirked to herself. "I must say that although that song is good, I do fancy myself as a fan of Slipknot."

"I know right! I especially like Psychosocial!" I beamed, earning a warm smile from her. She returned to her book, reading again. It was then that my phone started to ring. I looked at the caller ID, and was surprised when it was an unknown caller. I sighed, grabbing my bag and standing up. I made my way out of the carriage as to get a better signal. It was then that the phone mysteriously stopped dialling, almost as though all connection had been lost. Shrugging my shoulders, I walked through the door to the carriage and sat down. It was then that I looked around, noticing that my surroundings were completely different. I was rather puzzled, as everything had a rather old and antique look to them. It was then that the room seemed rather familiar to me. There wee many booths, all decorated finely and extravagantly. The seats were soft, a pale red with golden patterns. It was then that realisation dawned on me. "Holy hell..." I suppressed a gasp, and looked around, dead-panned. I quickly looked around, adjusting the rounded glasses on my face. I leaned my head out of the booth I was sitting in, observing the carriage further. "This is definitely some Back to the Future shit." I said with the same tone.