It was time for me to finally board the train with my friend and travel to a big convention in Copenhagen.I faintly smiled, and placed my hand on my chest. The pale rays of sunlight had warmed my t-shirt, and my white cheeks reflected like a mirror. Oh, how lovely spring is. I laid on one of the lightly heated platforms on the train station, and looked up into the cyan blue sky, gently touched by a few white clouds. We got up on our feet as the train arrived. It was quite a busy day, so we didn’t expect to find any seats. A crowd of people drove me away from my friend, and I now found myself unable to see where she went.
The matte metal doors sprung up, and a wave of impatient people burst down the train stairs, and continued to walk down the platforms. I was just about to board the train, as my left eye caught the sight of this shadow that boarded the train from the other end. It was a boy, around my age. I only had the opportunity to gaze upon for a few seconds, but I instantly noticed something about him: he was wearing a bright-red headband, just below the hairline to his beautiful blonde locks. “Who wears a headband besides me these days?” I thought to myself. The crowd behind me almost lifted me aboard the train, that’s how impatient everyone was these days. Such a shame. They don’t even notice the beauties of the early spring weather.
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