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The sound of wheels rowing on the tracks made notice to Trinity's ears, gradually raising higher in volume. The anticipation that the pedestrians around her were having, waiting for the subway train to appear from the tunnel. Trinity could feel the expression of impatience from them. Many were already beginning to clinch their belongings and sneak their way to the front, nearest to the subway board. Even some tried to push, but they were failing to make any impact from it as they were pushed right back.
While the sound of the wheels erupted to a higher volume, Trinity could hear the brakes sounding off like nails on a chalkboard. That was one thing that she disliked about the subway. Hearing that sound used to haunt her as a child, because it was so screechy and earsplitting. Eventually, she learned to overcome that fear, because she knew that she would have to take the subway dozens of times. Three or four times a day, to say the least.
The louder the brakes were, the more the pedestrians began to thrust. Clearly their impatience was beginning to develop into an extreme since of arrogance, and once the subway appeared from the tunnel, beginning to make a stop, Trinity felt that all hell was about to break loose in that subway station. The metal doors expanding away from each other.
Trinity tried to make her way in, but she kept getting pushed by nearly every man and woman. Thankfully she was able to make it in before they could close on her. She went for a seat closest to the door, next to an older man and two businessmen. As she sat down, she unzipped her backpack after placing it on the ground, and dug through the rubble for one thing only: her favorite snack of the day, bubble gum. Cotton Candy bubble gum, to be specific. Just chewing bubble gum set her in a restful mood, especially with this busy crowd surrounding her like smoke.
With her legs crossed, she proceeded to wait for the doors to close.
While the sound of the wheels erupted to a higher volume, Trinity could hear the brakes sounding off like nails on a chalkboard. That was one thing that she disliked about the subway. Hearing that sound used to haunt her as a child, because it was so screechy and earsplitting. Eventually, she learned to overcome that fear, because she knew that she would have to take the subway dozens of times. Three or four times a day, to say the least.
The louder the brakes were, the more the pedestrians began to thrust. Clearly their impatience was beginning to develop into an extreme since of arrogance, and once the subway appeared from the tunnel, beginning to make a stop, Trinity felt that all hell was about to break loose in that subway station. The metal doors expanding away from each other.
Trinity tried to make her way in, but she kept getting pushed by nearly every man and woman. Thankfully she was able to make it in before they could close on her. She went for a seat closest to the door, next to an older man and two businessmen. As she sat down, she unzipped her backpack after placing it on the ground, and dug through the rubble for one thing only: her favorite snack of the day, bubble gum. Cotton Candy bubble gum, to be specific. Just chewing bubble gum set her in a restful mood, especially with this busy crowd surrounding her like smoke.
With her legs crossed, she proceeded to wait for the doors to close.