Draw up a chair, one and all. Let me tell you a story. A story of a very foolish boy…
It was the afternoon of Friday 30th of October, and Elliott was huddled in his scarf and thick coat on the platform at Guildford station. He had arrived 5 minutes earlier and had noticed that one of the trains on the schedule had been delayed for more than 20 minutes. This didn’t bother him too much; he usually sat and read a book when he had a spare minute.
Today was different though. He leaned against the pillar set back from the platform edge and perused through the book upon his phone’s screen. For 5 minutes. For 10 minutes. For 15 minutes. Every few minutes, the train announcer would blurt out a message sending various people off of the platform to other, non-delayed trains. This didn’t bother Elliott too much, it just meant his train would be clearer when it finally arrived.
Then the announcement rang out. The trains from platform 5 were cancelled. In a mild state of concern, Elliott hurried over to the recommended platform and hopped upon the train resting there, settling in the far corner of the carriage and continuing his reading. This train would take double the time the cancelled train would have taken, but it mattered not as long as he got home.
Most of the journey was a blur. A young lady sat next to Elliott for much of it and he deliberately avoided any eye contact or possible interactions, instead staring at his phone all the more intensely. It was probably this that caused the next minor disaster of the evening: missing his stop.
Luckily, Elliott hopped off at the next stop along the line and got a train back the way he had come. From there it was a simple matter of waiting until the train home cleared, after around 3 stops, before sitting comfortably as the train emptied around him all the way back.
So, I’m finally back home, after what felt like a ridiculously long day.
It was actually short by university standards. A single 2 hour lecture is pretty easy, even if it is Public law. Now I can gather my thoughts and spend a peaceful evening sleeping in my own bed again.
Unfortunately, I am currently waxing fanciful and thinking about all the things I could do and learn. I know in my heart I will either never get the courage to do these things, or I will be too lazy or busy to do them. It doesn’t matter too much though. This music is so nice to listen to, I don’t need to make any myself!
I’m going to go to bed though. I am pretty tired and my eyelids are slowly falling down, making typing a bit of a challenge. At least Grey seems to be happy to see me!
Elliott Rogers, novice blog writer extraordinaire.