Chriszeldafan

1. It's six twenty two in the morning. I'm in the cold subway station on a ribbed steel bench with my head against the concrete and my feet propped up in their unlaced sneakers that have no brand, because I'm a thrifty person, not pretentious enough to be bothered by used clothing. My spiral notebook is pressed against my knees. I write with my left hand and it bothers the woman next to me, even though my elbow hasn't hit her. Her lips are pressed together into a thin line, sitting upright and stiff, with hawk eyes and hawk hands and a hawk nose. If she were writing to someone like you, she wouldn't look so hollow. 2. I have a tutor for math