Justin Riray
Mass Com 100w - MW 1:30pm-2:45pm
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Pakman7JR@hotmail.com
Word Count: 160
I am sitting on the Santa Teresa light rail on a cold, rainy, gloomy afternoon on the way home from class at SJSU. It smells like musty people and damp clothing. The only warmth in the car is from the body heat from the cluster of people standing in in front of me and to my right side. I coughed and noticed my mouth tasted stale; that stagnant, dry saliva you get when you have a cold.
A dark haired teenage girl who is wearing a schoolgirl style sweater and skirt speaks loudly to a normal looking blonde girl with slight acne and straight hair, in a way that sounds like she’s trying too hard to sound interested. I wonder why the hell she is wearing a skirt in this weather, and a few seconds after I catch her confess, “I looked outside the window this morning and was like, oh it’s nice outside and now it’s all raining!”
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