Snippet #2254772

Sitting on the train waiting for it to move was hard. I could hear my 'friends' now. Thats why I don't take train places, Danny. They take forever to get to where you want. Well, they'd say something like that anyway. I glanced up in time to see a pretty white chick with dreads, a bandana, and combat boots. As I had just said, she was pretty. She smiled at me before sitting down two seats away. I smiled to myself as I stared at her for a minute. I thought about saying hi, but then I thought to myself. If some person I didn't even know came up to me and said hi on a train in a city fool of gangs, drug dealers, and crazy people, I'd be pretty freaked out. So, I just turned back to look out the window getting the same blank expression that was on my face as before.
I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket, when I checked it, it was a text from my mom asking me where I was. Or, well, it was a little more like this:
'Dany grl whr r u??"
Shaking my yea slightly, I texted her back saying I was going to work at Navy Pier. It killed me sometimes how forgetful she was about everything that had to do with me. One year she had even forgotten my birthday. As I jammed my phone back in my pocket and glanced back at the white blonde girl, the train halted to a rocky-bumpy-jerking stop. Everyone jerked and a old lady a few seats down dropped her groceries. I stood up and walked to the lady, smiling slightly and saying excuse me when I passed the white girl with those dreads, and combat boots. So cute and hot. Okay, back to what I was doing, I went and helped the lady pick up her bags and groceries and setting them on the seat next to her before getting off the train to walk the next block to Navy Pier, considering the train only stops a block away.