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TrainTrainNot even lightGet ready to fightFor a seatEarly morning smellsSmells of commutersLeather briefcasesLeather shoesPrinted newsDry hair, wet hairBurnt hair, hairsprayCoffee and baconToast and bagelsCommuters tiredNo one speaksWindow squeaksTrees rush byFields and townsNewspapers rustlePeople get onNo one gets offA single coughPull in, pull awaySame every dayLaptops beepRummage for ticketsThey never checkA snore, a sneezeGet me off now please
GravesideSpencer drifted through the throng of people, nodding to those he liked, ignoring those he was less happy to see. He was looking for someone. Where was she? Ah, there. Ahead of him stood Jenna, his youngest sibling and only sister, dressed in a smart black dress, a shawl draped around her shoulders. She was not wearing a hat, but had instead dyed her usually blonde hair black.Spencers arm curled up round her shoulders and she sighed as the hairs on the back of her neck stood to attention.It doesnt seem real does it? he whispered.I
I just dont know what Im going to do, she sniffed, dabbing at her nose with a handkerchief Spencer recognised as his own. He was so important to me.I know, I know, said Spencer, brushing the hair from his sisters face. I worry about silly things though, like whats happening to the flat?I wonder if I should move into the flat, Jenna stared in
Fed Up and AngryIs it jealousy?This needThis wantThis drive you haveTo ridicule everything I do?Do you fear me?What I stand forWhat I doWhat you cant understandWhy cant you understand?They say the best friends are those that stick aroundEven when theyve not been given a reason toWhich must make me the best friend of allI know that you lack confidenceBut why should that mean you have to knock mine?At least I didnt lose my virginityJust because everyone else wasAnd I didnt meet guys from the InternetJust to get a cheap hotel room thrillAnd I didnt abandon everyoneJust to come crawling back two years laterIm sick of being your jesterI dont tell you anything anymoreBecause you wont take it seriouslyIll tell you thingsWhen I can trust you again