A few days ago, I was on the train to Boston. It was a little scary, being a girl and all. I was alone, and I’f heard many stories about women getting abducted or k^lled while alone on a train. And all the people stood by. It’s one of my biggest fears, but I decided to overcome it. I mean, the chances are low, right?

As I got on the train, I sat down in one of the seats less populated. There was a man next to me, no older than 22. He looked normal, but incredibly mysterious. I didn’t know whether to feel scared or safe. He seemed like he wouldn’t do anything to me, so I decided to feel safe.

Luckily, nothing happened that day. I was relieved.

A few days later, in my trip to Boston, I went ice skating with my friends. I had never gone, and I couldn’t help but feel a little scared. What if I got hurt? That happens a lot to people… But everyone tells me I worry too much, so I guess it’s just my worrisome nature that is telling me these things, not my gut.

Suddenly, while ice skating, I fell. I fell into some random guy’s arms. As I looked at him, I realized he was the guy from the train. He looked the same, a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt. Instinctively, I stood up, flustered as h^ll.

“I’m so sorry! I just fell and-” I stopped myself. He was just looking at me, he wasn’t mad, not at all. Just calm. He was weird… I looked back, and I saw all my friends giggling at me. I fidgeted with my hands before muttering one last apology and skating back to my friends, letting out a little squeal as I met them.