Sick.
I’m sick of travelling. It’s all I seem to do these days. I managed to somehow get a job in this terrible market, but now I spend three hours commuting each day.
The view is boring. Rolling fields and the occasional cows staring at the whirring machinery.
At first, it wasn’t so bad, I didn’t mind taking the train and used the spare time to try and learn a language. Then it was to catch up on books. Then sleep. Now I’m sick of it.
There was one saving grace though, Tiff. Tiffany had started catching the train last week and asked if she could sit with me. I’d had no complaints and she’d lightened the mood. She came in on the second stop and since then we’d become fast friends.
She also liked to dye her hair crazy colours. At the moment it was a bright pink, almost opposite to my blue. The only noticeable difference between us was that I was quite curvy, with double F breasts and larger hips, whilst she was quite petite. A size 8 in clothing and similarly a small chest.