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Carole sat alone in the train carriage. This wasn't unusual, even if the train was full she often found that she sat alone. People were cruel, often unintentionally and unwittingly, but that didn't stop Carole from wanting to scream at them occassionally. Not that she was allowed to travel alone very often but this was a special occasion.
She laid her warm forehead against the cold window and gazed longingly at the towns they travelled through. It was dark outside the carriage and if she looked past her reflection she could see houses with lights burning bright, hundreds of them. Carole pictured the families inside. All cosy, laughing. Families sharing the experience of watching television. Of fathers playing with their children while mothers cooked the tea or washed up the evening dishes. Children being lovingly put to bed and told a last story for the evening. She sighed inside. She used to have that until her parents were cruelly taken from her in a car accident. She was mentally old enough to understand her loss and the consequences. In fact she was old enough at 32 to do a lot of things for herself.
Inside Carole, hidden by the outside shell that most people only glimpsed at before turning away, was a beautiful person. Her simple emotions encompassed the brighter side of life. She was always laughing, loving people without prejudice. A happy person who longed sometimes in a moment of clarity for acceptance from people in general. Simplicity was the key to her inner person.
Her eyes focused on her reflection in the glass but she was used to her own reflection and rarely thought anything about it. Tonight though she experienced one of her rare moments of honesty. Tonight, right at that moment, she wished that the inner Carole could hatch out. That people could see beyond the genetic defects that marked her as a person to shun to the real person inside.
Her train pulled into the station. Her stop. Waiting for Carole was her sister and brother-in-law. She loved them dearly and was going to live with them now. The train journey was forgotten in an instance as they collected her and her suitcase. They never saw the outside Carole. All they ever saw was the real Carole inside.
She laid her warm forehead against the cold window and gazed longingly at the towns they travelled through. It was dark outside the carriage and if she looked past her reflection she could see houses with lights burning bright, hundreds of them. Carole pictured the families inside. All cosy, laughing. Families sharing the experience of watching television. Of fathers playing with their children while mothers cooked the tea or washed up the evening dishes. Children being lovingly put to bed and told a last story for the evening. She sighed inside. She used to have that until her parents were cruelly taken from her in a car accident. She was mentally old enough to understand her loss and the consequences. In fact she was old enough at 32 to do a lot of things for herself.
Inside Carole, hidden by the outside shell that most people only glimpsed at before turning away, was a beautiful person. Her simple emotions encompassed the brighter side of life. She was always laughing, loving people without prejudice. A happy person who longed sometimes in a moment of clarity for acceptance from people in general. Simplicity was the key to her inner person.
Her eyes focused on her reflection in the glass but she was used to her own reflection and rarely thought anything about it. Tonight though she experienced one of her rare moments of honesty. Tonight, right at that moment, she wished that the inner Carole could hatch out. That people could see beyond the genetic defects that marked her as a person to shun to the real person inside.
Her train pulled into the station. Her stop. Waiting for Carole was her sister and brother-in-law. She loved them dearly and was going to live with them now. The train journey was forgotten in an instance as they collected her and her suitcase. They never saw the outside Carole. All they ever saw was the real Carole inside.
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what the hell?? Your essay seems somewhat out of place here. but its not bad. Id like to see it stranger topic or something funnier.
Carole sat alone in the train carriage. This wasn't unusual, even if the train was full she often found that she sat alone. People were cruel, often unintentionally and unwittingly, but that didn't stop Carole from wanting to scream at them occassionally. Not that she was allowed to travel alone very often but this was a special occasion.
She laid her warm forehead against the cold window and gazed longingly at the towns they travelled through. It was dark outside the carriage and if she looked past her reflection she could see houses with lights burning bright, hundreds of them. Carole pictured the families inside. All cosy, laughing. Families sharing the experience of watching television. Of fathers playing with their children while mothers cooked the tea or washed up the evening dishes. Children being lovingly put to bed and told a last story for the evening. She sighed inside. She used to have that until her parents were cruelly taken from her in a car accident. She was mentally old enough to understand her loss and the consequences. In fact she was old enough at 32 to do a lot of things for herself.
Inside Carole, hidden by the outside shell that most people only glimpsed at before turning away, was a beautiful person. Her simple emotions encompassed the brighter side of life. She was always laughing, loving people without prejudice. A happy person who longed sometimes in a moment of clarity for acceptance from people in general. Simplicity was the key to her inner person.
Her eyes focused on her reflection in the glass but she was used to her own reflection and rarely thought anything about it. Tonight though she experienced one of her rare moments of honesty. Tonight, right at that moment, she wished that the inner Carole could hatch out. That people could see beyond the genetic defects that marked her as a person to shun to the real person inside.
Her train pulled into the station. Her stop. Waiting for Carole was her sister and brother-in-law. She loved them dearly and was going to live with them now. The train journey was forgotten in an instance as they collected her and her suitcase. They never saw the outside Carole. All they ever saw was the real Carole inside.
She laid her warm forehead against the cold window and gazed longingly at the towns they travelled through. It was dark outside the carriage and if she looked past her reflection she could see houses with lights burning bright, hundreds of them. Carole pictured the families inside. All cosy, laughing. Families sharing the experience of watching television. Of fathers playing with their children while mothers cooked the tea or washed up the evening dishes. Children being lovingly put to bed and told a last story for the evening. She sighed inside. She used to have that until her parents were cruelly taken from her in a car accident. She was mentally old enough to understand her loss and the consequences. In fact she was old enough at 32 to do a lot of things for herself.
Inside Carole, hidden by the outside shell that most people only glimpsed at before turning away, was a beautiful person. Her simple emotions encompassed the brighter side of life. She was always laughing, loving people without prejudice. A happy person who longed sometimes in a moment of clarity for acceptance from people in general. Simplicity was the key to her inner person.
Her eyes focused on her reflection in the glass but she was used to her own reflection and rarely thought anything about it. Tonight though she experienced one of her rare moments of honesty. Tonight, right at that moment, she wished that the inner Carole could hatch out. That people could see beyond the genetic defects that marked her as a person to shun to the real person inside.
Her train pulled into the station. Her stop. Waiting for Carole was her sister and brother-in-law. She loved them dearly and was going to live with them now. The train journey was forgotten in an instance as they collected her and her suitcase. They never saw the outside Carole. All they ever saw was the real Carole inside.
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