The blast of the Air Conditioner
in the train hit me with full force as I slowly pushed open the door. Men and
women sat on either side of me, frowning slightly and looking grim as they
stared at me, seeming to scrutinize every last detail of my face.
26….27….28…..ah!
Here it is! 29! I leaped onto my seat with a strange, childish delight and
attempted to make myself comfortable on the cold blue seat.
“Good
to see you too, John,” a voice whispered to my left. How could someone have
come and sat next to me without me noticing? I turned my head in surprise to
the sound of the voice. Next to me sat a young boy, in his early teens, smiling
a brilliant smile and one that immediately propagated the idea that he had
absolutely no troubles at all.
‘H-h-how
do you know my name?” I asked nervously, hoping that my face wasn’t too pale.