Perrie only sees the good in the world. She appreciates the little things. Like the smell of roasted coffee in the morning. How nice the breeze feels on a hot summer's day. Staying up all night chatting to her friends, and no matter how many times y...
Made me realise that ... I never want to let you go.
- Indeedread
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
Perrie's POV:
I have missed my train... again. Ugh, this has been a nightmare of a trip. Usually, I am the one in the group that tries to find the positive in every situation. However, right now I see no light at the end of the tunnel. I sit down at a bench closest to me, covering my face with my hands, desperately wishing this is just a bad dream. After a few minutes, I look glance around my surroundings. The railway tracks, grey concrete tiles and the stupid convenience store around the corner, forces me to come back to reality. I can't control the tears, as they roll down my cheeks. You can't give up Perrie! Think good thoughts, think good thoughts, I continue to repeat in my head. Ok, I am going to give myself two minutes to be sad and then I am going to have to come up with a plan. What would I tell someone if they were stuck in the same situation? The best option would surely be to go to the customer service area and inform them about what has happened.
"Ok that is what I am going to do", I whisper to myself, as I take a deep breath.
I exit the platform and check the map for the location of the customer service department, which happens to be just one floor up. I walk to the correct location and knock on the wooden door which reads "Customer Service Head– Mr Morgan".
"Come in", says a rough voice.
I walk into the office and see a short, plump man sitting on a wooden chair. He has pale skin and grey hair and looks as though he is in his late sixties.
"What can I do for you?" he asks, as he swirls his ballpoint pen with his right hand, and points to the wooden chair opposite him with his left.
"I missed my train at this stop, I am meant to be heading to Winter Bay..." I begin to tell him, as I sit down.
I purposely decide to skip the fact that I have missed this train twice. He doesn't need to know that. Mr Morgan's eyes start to become narrow as I continue my story. After I am finished it takes him two minutes to reply.
"You really should be more careful you know. Firstly it's almost two am right now. Secondly, you are a woman. It is not safe to be out this late....especially alone, what if something happens to you? You should have stayed on this train, you can buy food and drinks on board so I don't see the point of getting out..." he says in a condescending tone.
I am about to reply but he continues to ramble. Mr Morgan continues to give me pathetic advice for another ten minutes before I lose my patience.
"Ok so is all this advice free or are you going to be charging me?", I ask, my voice full of sarcasm.
