Thursday

Thursday

Thursday. What a pointless day that is, between “Halfway” and “Here’s the weekend” It's a hard day to describe, slightly looking forward to the two-day break, but, you’re disappointed at the same time because you still know you've got school tomorrow. I was off on this Odd day though, I originally was aiming for school, but I didn't get there. Instead I found myself dragging my feet aimlessly around the streets of London, with bag over my shoulder and my IPod, booming out tunes.

It was just after ‘rush-hour’ and the city was once again quite, with only the occasional late person, hurrying to catch the next bus or taxi, with their tie half way down their ankles, and a half eaten doughnut in their hand. I always wondered what they were going to be in for when they got to work; an evil eye, a telling off, fired, who knows.
I walked into Holborn Interchange, and bought a ticket from a rather large woman, who from her accent just had to have been Jamaican, her frizzy hair, tied back into a bun, and a red scarf, similar to a typical cowboy, tied around her thick neck.

“whare yur goin’ chald”
“I, Dun…”

I was gonna say I don't know, but I suddenly found myself going red and I thought maybe I looked slightly suspicious

“The Tate. ‘ Gonna read up on some Art. GCSE, ya know what I mean, yeah?”

I don't know what she thought. I don't know why I thought about what she thought, she was a Nobody to me, and why should I care about Nobodys thought?

“Well, enjoy yurrself” she said to me passing the ticket. I left the kiosk in bit of a hurry, and forced the little pink ticket into the machine.

I pressed my headphones back to my ears as I walked through the quiet subway, down the stairs and onto the escalators. The low hum of all of London’s unimportant conversations, echoed eerily off the walls, and as I descended into the belly of the underground, I felt a slight shiver down my Spine. I suddenly felt a reassuring draft of Air from the leaving train. I liked that feeling, its an indescribable feeling, full of excitement, I guess that goes back to when I was a kid, going into the City.

I tided my hair up a bit and stepped onto the Platform. I was the only one there; I had to look twice out of amazement. Nope, nobody down that end. I placed my hands in my trouser pockets and slowly rocked backwards and forwards on my feet. I wasn't standing there for too long when I heard that promising rumble of the tube, rushing towards me, that friendly “cachung-cachung. cachung-cachung” Its blazing eyes being bleached by the lights of the station. It seemed ages before it stopped.

I stepped on, minding the famous gap, and intended to sit, but after clocking a Girl, I decide to stand, rather foolishly thinking it would make me look tough and worth it.

“Next stop, Covent Garden, Doors closing”

The carriage lurched forward, giving me a slight drunken feeling in my legs. I corrected myself and looked at a girl. She looked Japanese or Chinese, with long black straight hair, decorated with one of those Gothic bows. Her small eyes decorated with puffy make-up, and she wore a tight jade-green top, baring her skinny arms and a short mini skirt. Her legs crossed over, and cheekily, I bent my knees slightly, trying to get to see a bit more than what I should. That's when I looked up and saw her looking directly at me. Changing to a shade of red, I panicked and turned around quickly, pulling my iPod out my pocket and suddenly becoming interested in what was being displayed on its screen.

“Now Playing, Closer, - Kings Of Leon”

I waited till I felt sure that she was no longer looking at me in disgust, and from the corner of my eye, I took one last look before lowering my IPod and breathing a heavy sigh of relief. The train continued to cut through the dark.

“….cachung-cachung. cachung-cachung, cachung-cachung…” I felt my body moving rhythmically to its beating tempo, side-to-side, wobble-wobble. I stared at my feet, in my school shoes, and wiggled my toes. It’s amazing how interesting your shoes can be when you’re hiding yourself from a girl in an embarrassing situation. That's when it suddenly drew on me again, I still didn’t know where I was going, and I remembered lying to that Jamaican woman, and rushing off like some kind of shifty bad guy…

“….cachung-cachung…… cachung-cachung……….. cachung-cachung.”

The tubes’ tempo was slowing; the beat not so regular, and I felt myself, leaning slightly. Suddenly Bright, blinding light as we came into Covent Gardens Platform, I had to shield my eyes. The famous run-down ‘purr’ of the train, then that odd Drunken feeling again in my legs. By accident I let go of the rail, flying forward, but I managed to make it look more like I was getting a seat rather than falling over. I grabbed the pole next to the seat and swung round, landing bluntly on it, my bag half way down my back, and my legs all in a knot. The Japanese girl, who by this time was standing ready to leave, giggled, squeakily, before pulling sorting out her skirt and placing one leg in front of the other, and walking of the train. I stared at her, my eyes following her off and off the platform.

After peeling my sight from her, I sorted myself out, shook my head and yawned. That's when I felt my mobile vibrate in my bag. When you realise your mobile is ringing or vibrating, it suddenly becomes your life goal “To find the mobile” Half the time its not even that important; a friend being stupid, chain mail or some non important gossip about a Bad-boy at school…but we still do a nose-dive for it in every situation.

Keys, History Book, Fags.. Mobile. I checked the screen.

“Martin, where r u?”

I was about to Answer, but then the train jerked again, and looking up I noticed that I was once again off, I just put the mobile back in my bag and sat back in the chair.

“Next Stop: Leicester Square”