Early Morning Train Rush
by Tina M
The train reached its final station and everyone on both sides of the platform waited anxiously for the doors to open. For those on the outside, it's to get in and secure a seat, for us on the inside to just get to our next destination.
My watch told me that I have twenty minutes until my first class. If I get to the next train within five minutes, I can probably get to class on time. It's a close call, but I can make it.
There was a whoosh as the doors slid open, and I pushed my way out with the rest of the passengers. It frustrates me to no end that people can't understand that it would be easier if they let the people inside the train go out first before pushing their way in. Once I was free, I walked to the nearest escalator, stepped on it and waited for it to bring me to the top.
Other people from the train got on the escalator and past me, walking up the escalator like it's the stairs. I frowned slightly at their hurry; this is an escalator, not a set of stairs. Surely they can wait for it to bring us all up.
There was a tap on my shoulder. I turned and saw a guy, probably another student, standing behind me. I raised an eyebrow at him. He gave me a slightly embarrassed smile and pointed upwards.
"Miss, the escalator is broken."