II. Do talk to Strangers (sometimes)

He looked at me intently as if waiting for me to say anything. I just stood there though, thinking about how I would make a turnabout from my already failed day. While he's waiting a reply from my stunned self, I made a wild guess that he's a year or two older than me and probably he's also a university student by the way his hair is fixed. His short blond hair is shining like a merry christmas tree with the light bulbs turned off, filled with drops of white snow and it glints under the blinding light above. (:P) He wears a crisp, neat and musk smelling white shirt under a vintage black hooded jacket which looks really cool though its old. I realized that my neck is already hurting from looking up to him too much. I saw the funny look in his face when he tried hard to raise an eyebrow on me, but sadly, it didn't work. He let out a sigh of utter disappointment and pursed his lips instead.

"Are you done staring at me?" He said in an exasperated voice.

"No." I said absent-mindlessly and suddenly looked at the other way. Biting my lip, I cursed at myself for saying my thoughts out loud.

"You're not supposed to be on this stop, are you?"

"No."

"I was supposed to be on that train but you suddenly went flying out of nowhere and ruined all my chance of being in my class on time." He said moving near the edge of the deep rail and looked sideways, anticipating the sound of the next train.

I suddenly thought about the situation I'm in, I too, is deprived of all chances of being on time. Most of all, I fairly know I wouldn't be accepted in class in the next three days or until I have finished my application for a new ID, I sighed and checked if my stuffs are all intact. I was half expecting my wallet to be lost, good thing it's still inside or I'll probably pretend to pass out for a free ride, even if it's toward the hospital. Speaking of meticulous Doctors who wear undeniably white uniforms, I guess I badly need to see one anyway.

"Can you walk?"

"I may be sprained but my legs are as strong as my will." I said in a gruff pompous tone.

"Ooh, I doubt that miss." He let go of my shoulders and started walking away towards the opposite direction. I stood there on my left leg, wavering. I thought that he'll wait for the other train to arrive and help me ride but, oh well. I just know that there's no such thing as real gentlemen. Balancing myself with my single functional leg while the other tried tipping the ground little by little, I heard him call out, "Let's see how far your will could take you."

Now I truly hate that arrogant man. "My will could take me home!" I called out and walked limply away from him. I finally reached a bare wall after my exhausting 7-step trip and leaned on it. When I looked on his direction, he's no longer in sight.

I was hoping I could find a seat nearby but there's none, I wanted to check how bad my sprain is. I remembered it was twisted a little because of my stupid attempt to hold on to that door my feet got stuck instead. I safely leaned my weight on the wall while I tried to remove my shoes, pricks of pain surprised me but what concerned me most is it's dull, violet appearance. I never had a bruise as big as this, I should really pay attention to everything next time. But the thought of losing my passport towards earning my allowance scares me. The thought of capturing another picture when I had my most alluring look on that one and the long hours of processing the papers scares me the most. I probably scared the child in front of me with my frown because he cried and hid behind his mommy.

I heard the sound of the coming train, people swarmed closer towards where the doors would stop while I tried my best to walk normally despite the pain. I need to go in there first, I don't want to stand in front of the door again. If I would be the last person to enter, the same things would happen again due to my clumsiness and my situation right now. I desperately tried to walk fast and tripped. I had hit my knee but I was determined to go home and crash in my soft warm bed. The train finally arrived and the doors opened wide, I felt the sudden gush of cool air from the inside. I felt tears well my eyes as people came in causing it to be as jam packed as before while I barely reached the middle of my short awful expedition.

To my horror, the doors closed with a thud. I tearfully watched the train move away slowly until it was out of sight. It felt like the world is closing in on me when I felt someone tug me by the arm.

"If your will can't take you home, I will."