I got on the rail to go home, the days work weighing on my sore legs. I collapsed into a rough and slightly seat, too tired to care. That's when a terrible thought hit me. There were an awful lot of girls under the age of twelve on this rail.
I shift uncomfortably in my seat as I attempted to assess what was really going on. All the girls had skimpy clothes, slut make-up and blonde wigs. I tried to just ignore it, not wanting to admit what was really going on.
Nothing could prepare me for what I saw as I got off at Metro Center to switch rails. Hundreds of Hannah Montana's. They stood about, giggling and singing and other strange and foreign things. I took a single step off the rail and it sped off, leaving me to my sea of sorrow. Before I could even start to sneak by, one head turned and looked to me. Before long every Montana eye was on me, malice in their eyes.
To Be Continued....
I shift uncomfortably in my seat as I attempted to assess what was really going on. All the girls had skimpy clothes, slut make-up and blonde wigs. I tried to just ignore it, not wanting to admit what was really going on.
Nothing could prepare me for what I saw as I got off at Metro Center to switch rails. Hundreds of Hannah Montana's. They stood about, giggling and singing and other strange and foreign things. I took a single step off the rail and it sped off, leaving me to my sea of sorrow. Before I could even start to sneak by, one head turned and looked to me. Before long every Montana eye was on me, malice in their eyes.
To Be Continued....
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