Well, I definately do not like to draw attention to myself in a crowded place because I usually get super embarressed and stuff so yah. This would be how a person observing me, would see me.
She walked into the subway train just as the doors were closing and slightly out of breath. She took her seat across from me, her shoulder length red hair in a tangle around her head. Most of it was hidden under her green wool hat. She had the biggest brown eyes as she looked around at everyone innocently. I could guess her age, but she also gives off other facial impressions as well; some more harder than the others which indicates to me, that she has a very different personalities to what I'm used to. Her long gray coat is missing a button on the end. I can tell because of the lose string of what used to be there is capturing her attention. She plays with it in her fingers for awhile, watching hard, and then looks up to find my eyes glued to her. She looks away as quickly as I did. When I know she's not looking again, I sneak a peak at her. Her head is bobbing slightly to a song she must be into. Her full lips mimic the lyrics to a song that I don't know. She is constantly looking around as if she has never seen this place before. She is an observer, like myself. Suddenly, she get's up, swinging a gray and black backpack over her shoulders with some struggle. The train stops and she walks silently and gracefully away, never to be seen by my eyes again.
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very good work. YOu have a keen sense of yourself which is very rare.
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