gabrielle gayleThere’s a train that goes through my body every day. I wake up every morning and get ready to stare at the scenery that goes past the window. I know I am inside myself but I see pictures of pretty blue houses in suburban neighborhoods and ice cream trucks with lines of children waiting for their turn. Melting never seemed to be a word in their vocabulary as they carried their ice cream cones all the way to the park and back to their houses in the glittering sun never losing a drop. The train always speeds past them but I make a mental note to myself to join them one day. As we slow down to the next stop I see schools and busy stores. Groups of middle schoolers walking down the street as they laugh and go into candy stores and pizzerias. My stomach grumbles as I tell myself to stop at the store one day since the big displays of lollipops and chocolate bars look like they taste almost heavenly. But the train never stops and neither do I as I look at more scenes of schools. This time they are larger and filled with people and those people filled with stories. My train rides are pretty mundane at times seeing the same people every day but as I continue to watch people and rest at the end of the day with the memories of what I could have done I know they will never stop. Gabrielle Gayle, Benjamin N. Cardozo High School
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