The song remains the same.

The train arrived late today, but then again, it did so every Monday morning.
Not many people took the train from Woodside only to get off again at Forest Hills, the ride took less than ten minutes. The train was never on time anyways, not on Mondays. So if one wanted to be on time, they would know better than to take this very train. But, for young Hayden – who was standing at the left side of the platform, yawning her eyes out – this very train was the only ride she had to school on Mondays. On Tuesdays and Fridays Scott could drive her, as it was on his way to work. The rest of the days, like this day, she was relying on public transport. The train arrived at exactly 7:48, 4 minutes late and transporting only 3 other people. One of which, a Boy about Hayden’s age, sat on one of the dusty, worn-off chairs next to the window on the platform side. His Eyes simply scanned the whole platform before they met hers and in that moment, a current ran between them. A small electric charge that went from his eyes to hers and back again. He recognized her. And in a flicker, for just a second, she recognized him too. Not from the train though, Hayden always took this specific train and she had never seen him before; not in the train nor on the platform. Yet, in a flash, she recognized him as if they’d talked before, met before.
The train’s whistle blew and Hayden quickly got on before the train left the worn down platform. She didn’t take a seat, she would rather stand near the door and watch as the city passed in the big windows. Besides, she didn’t want to face the boy again. She didn’t want to feel what she felt when their eyes met: dread.
After exactly 7 minutes on the train and rethinking every possible scenario in which she had seen this boy before, Hayden got off at Forest Hills, the clock striking 7:55. Walking from the Forest Hills platform to her high school took about five minutes give or take, so if she’d hurry she could make it just in time. But it was early in the morning and so the streets were as busy as they are in midtown New York; workers and tourists travelling every way possible. Hayden almost got hit by a speeding cab whilst crossing the road, but made it on the pavement just in time. The cab driver honked at her loudly a couple times – the sounds made Hayden grasp at the sides of her head, covering her ears – before making a right turn and disappearing behind a building. Before she continued, Hayden noticed a man, who was waiting across the street to pass it, giving her a strange look. As if her quick reaction to the speeding cab was a bit unusual or unexpected.
The bell rang almost simultaneously with Hayden as she ran up the big stairs that lead to the main entrance. When she entered, the halls where filled with teens getting to their first classes of yet another boring week of high school. She maneuvered through the crowd to the fifth yellow door at the left-hand side and quickly took a seat in the back of the classroom before it shut. History was the first subject of the day and for Hayden it would also be the most boring one. Striving to become a mechanic, decided at the age of eight, Hayden took no pleasure in anything that wasn’t related to it and therefore rarely paid attention in class. However, PE made the short list of classes that were interesting or fun as it created an outlet for all of her energy. Not that she was good at any of the sports. Hayden had never really been the athletic type and surely wasn’t now. Although her reflexes were better now than they were a couple months ago. But that might only be because Scott dragged her out of bed on Saturday mornings to go jogging with him. He scared the hell out of her first time he did it and it made her jumpy the rest of the day. But besides that she actually did enjoy it. Hayden never really had the feeling of a family so doing normal family things like jogging until you puke made her feel better. Although she knew Scott and Sylvie were never going to actually love her.
“Ms. Grove, help your fellow students out and tell us the answer.” A clear voice said, which startled Hayden. Ms. Monroe had been her history teacher since freshmen year and knew she didn’t like the subject, yet still asked her questions almost every class.
“I’m sorry, what was the question?” Hayden shyly asked whilst flipping through the pages of her text book, trying to find out what they’ve been talking about. Her question invited a few of her classmates to giggle, and when Hayden looked up, she found almost the whole class looking at her. Her face went as red as a tomato.
“Never mind that, you were obviously busy…” Ms. Monroe gave her a look and then scanned the classroom. “Peter!” she then exclaimed. The boy looked up, clearly startled, and quickly shut his laptop. “You still with us?” Another round of giggles appeared as Hayden could hear Peter mumble a faint “Yes”.
Ms. Monroe nodded, walked around her desk to sit down behind it and gestured that everyone should start working. The bell rang after fifteen minutes of boredom. All of the students hurried out of the room before any of them could attract the attention of Ms. Monroe, who was still sitting behind her desk, grading papers and what not. Luckily, Hayden was spared a lecture today.


When the clock finally struck 15:12, the train was yet to arrive at the Forest Hills platform. The morning train on Mondays was always late and this one was always early: it was supposed to come at 15:21, but always arrived at 15:18. On the other side of the train station, on platform two, Peter Parker was waiting nervously for his train, which left two minutes after Hayden’s. Hayden knew very little of him: she knew his name and that he was incredibly smart; she knew he lived with his aunt and that he was a little dorky. Not that he knew much of her either. He knew that she shy and didn’t like history. But, truly that was all. Hayden had always been a little mysterious.
The train left as soon as Hayden got in, leaving a middle-aged woman – who was running up the stairs screaming for someone to hold the train – on the platform. It was a funny sight, though nobody laughed; it was sad too. Hayden was pretty sure the woman would get over it as soon as the train left, seeing it was only 11 minutes until the next one came. This time, Hayden decided to take a seat in the back of the wagon, near the other door. The chairs were old and the fabric had hardened, it wasn’t comfortable anymore. But her bag was heavy and nobody was sitting there anyways. Hayden was trying her best to stay awake, she could sleep when she’d get home. But falling asleep on the train was a true nightmare: you never knew where you might end up.