Subway to the City

Nic sat on the Red Line subway with her knees pulled up to her chest, intently looking out of the train's window, as if that would speed up her arrival. Anxiety overcame her with each passing second. She was nervous seeing as she hadn't made a plan. She had no idea where she was going to sit, or who she was going to talk to, or what she was going to say, but she knew that it had to be better than home. The train stopped, and she quickly stood up, clutching the leather loop that hung down from the ceiling. The doors slid open, and Nic walked out of the train, onto the platform. She checked the pockets of the gray, baggy, ripped cargo pants that she was wearing. She knew she was going to be using these pants for a while. I wonder if I'm too clean, she thought to herself as she made her way up the stairs toward the street. She scruched her fingers through her shoulder-length hair one last time before she reached the exit, and she looked out across the street at Watershed Heights...