Every time the train doors slammed open, my heart began to race faster. My eyes immediately shifted towards the door, hoping to scare away any passengers willing to sit in the vacant cabin beside me.
I was sat alone in the back corner, legs stretched across the green torn up seat, head faced towards the giant window across the aisle. The sound of the train’s wheels picking up again calmed my nerves, and settled me back down into my thoughts.
I wasn’t always like this- I used to love riding on the trains, meeting new people, smiling at strangers. The thrill of sitting next to a new person every day and being able to predict their occupation, their life, their story just by evaluating their actions and clothing fascinated me.
My Father and I would ride into the city every morning, and ride back home every single night. I was about 13, possibly 12, but most likely 13 when I started schooling in the city.
I reside in Brooklyn, and from your predicament the only thing that usually comes to mind is gangs, beer and cocaine. But trust me, the area I live in isn’t like that at all. We’re your typical struggling middle class family, living in a small four bedroom condo.
I live with three people- My mother, younger sister Everett and my abuela. My Father was shot on one of these fellow train carts three and a half years ago, so we’ve been struggling with only one income to serve four people’s dinner plates.
After my Father’s murder, I imagined myself never stepping foot on a train platform again. The word itself made me shudder. But today, was different.
I had built up the courage to ride to the city, and it was just going to be a ride into the city, and a ride back, so I wouldn’t have to make the dreaded commute through Penn Station.
A few days back a friend of mine, Demetri, brought up the idea of coming with him to see one of his new favorite bands in person, because it’d be a good opportunity to fight through my fear and get away from the stressful atmosphere I’ve been thriving in. I haven’t spoken to him, but he recently got accepted into NYU and had been exploring the city, and came across two tickets to an inexpensive show.
The only thing I knew about this band, was their name. Emblem 3, there were three males and apparently they’re ‘hunks’ and ‘to die for’.
I’m not the boy band type- let alone one that’s ‘the hottest of the year’. But I reluctantly agreed to see them regardless, besides, I hadn’t seen Demtri since the accident.
The train pulled up to a sudden stop, and I glanced up at the moving screen at the top of the cabin. It read Penn, so I gathered my bag and headed towards to revolving cabin door.
Authors Note: This was just an introduction, I felt it was necessary rather jumping straight into the story. It’ll get more interesting in the following chapter, feel free to leave feedback!

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