The Subway

I hated riding the subway. Not just any subway either. The subways in New York City to be exact. There were no ifs, ands, or buts about it. I completely hated everything about them. It was that simple.
Who wanted to ride on an underground train that smelled of stale play dough and old people? Maybe it was just me or maybe I was over exaggerating, or maybe I was losing my sense of smell, but that's definitely the smell that came to mind when I stepped foot in a subway car.
I was halfway through my walk to the subway station when my phone started vibrating in my pocket. Pulling it out I saw I had a text from my annoying yet lovable best friend. That was enough to have me frowning. Not because she texted me, but because it was 7:00 a.m. She lived right next to the school so she never, and I mean never, woke up this early. So, I expected the text to be an emergency...
By the time I had paid and made my way into the subway car that would take me closer to school it was 7:15. Sighing I found myself a seat towards the back and as far away from everyone else as possible. It was only after I had sat down and was about to pull out my pair of headphones ready to expertly ignore everyone, that I realized who was sitting right across from me looking like someone had definitely peed in his cheerios this morning. Sitting there, arms crossed, and dressed in a black hoodie and jeans, was none other than Archer Daniels.
