My morning routine with the Duncan's:
Staying upstairs till the least possible minute.
Hurrying downstairs to grab my lunch and a granola bar, while tuning out the screams of now 7 year old Luke, and 4 year old Gabby.
Obviously taking the subway to avoid a very stressful and awkward car drive.
That last one was probably a bad choice for today's spiraculous events.
As I jumped onto the closest subway to get to school, I took a seat next to a guy. This guy, was, well, gorgeous. He looked about my age, maybe a year or two older and had rusty brown hair and blue eyes. I took a seat next to him, but I doubt he noticed me since he had his earbuds in and was reading some history book, probably for a class. I was just wishing that he would cheesily be wearing one of those hello my name is tags so I could figure of his name, because me being the shy person I am, knew I wasn't going to ask him.
Why did I want to know this about some guy with a cool ACDC shirt.
*coughcough* I mean shirt.
As the train was going by and about 10 people were on the train we were in, I got lost in my book. I was lost until I heard the first two gun shots.
YOU ARE READING
Only Us
Roman d'amourand I look back in regret as I ingnored them as they said 'run... run as fast as you can'
