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The sound of the train coming to a startling halt echoed throughout the station. The smoke reeked.
“Ugh.”, I mutter as I grip my bag. You never do know what could happen at the station. You know, just yesterday, they found a young man’s body hidden under the tracks. Who knows what kind of out law could have done that?
So barbaric, murdering. I proceed to walk up the staircase leading into the train.
“Ah, bup bup, sir! Would you like me to handle your coat for you?”, says one of the coat checkers standing before the entrance to the train. He looks quite rugged, to say the least. I do wonder when was the last time he took the time to clean… well, anything.
“No, I won’t be needing any of your services.”, I answer, rushing to get on the train.
“Ah, bup bup, sir! Would you like to try some of our famous sandwich cookies? It’s got real strawberries in it, sir!”
I look at the raggedy man in front of me, head to toe.
“Just WHO do you think you are? ‘Ah, bup bup’, to me? Do you know who I am? Do you know how many people work under me, how much I make? I am not a child or your underling, I already sternly said that I do not need any of your services, now PLEASE move over and let me on this train!”, I say.
The man frowns, the kind of frown that you would make when something goes horribly wrong, so much so that it seems like it backfired right through your chest.
The coat checker steps aside, and let’s me in.
“Goodness…”
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As I enter the train, I make my way through a sea of people that are too careless to see me trying to make my way through.
Eventually, I reach a wall of people who seem to not be able to find a seat, which is actually quite dangerous.
“Excuse me… pardon me?”, I say, as loud as I can, but the bustling of the train reaches above my voice.
I see a young man pointing at me.
“Is that not Mr. Ekanogue, one of the higher ups of that famous candy company?”, says the young man.
Suddenly, everyone turns their heads on me.
Oh. Oh no.
This is no good, no good at all.
“No, young man, you are mistaken. I’m not even related to the man in the least bit.”, I answer, trying to push my way through to the VIP section of the train.
“No, no, I’m sure… almost a thousand percent sure that I’m not wrong! Look, I have a chocolate bar wrapper right here, and it’s your face on the back! I’m sure of it!”, says the young man, waving his candy wrapper in the air.
Oh, dear… I should have worn my big hat today. It’s never good for people that are famous to be recognized on the train. It’s so easy for you to get stabbed or robbed or ganged up on in this tight space!
What should I do…
Suddenly, I feel myself being pushed into the ground by a black man.
“Ya damn bastard! You fired my old man just a month ago, and he died of a heart attack when he got the news! You fired all my brothers and sisters, and for what? Just so you can snatch a couple more dollars out of the poor man’s pockets?!”, says the colored man. Then suddenly a man with a strawberry red face rammed into the colored man, slamming him into the door.
“Don’t you lay a finger on Mr. Ekanogue!”, says the strawberry red faced man.
Suddenly, I hear the noise of a knife being unsheathed, and everyone on that section of the train was subject to chaos.
I managed to get out of there with my head still intact.
…Damn it. I’m gonna be late to my business meeting.
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