Creep Encounter

inspired by Gina XD

i will first mention that my encounter was far less creepy compared to hers.

..but i was in year 7.

so in my head it was still super creepy on my creep-o-meter.

Okay, getting started now

You guys remember how in year 7, MLC kinda threatened us to do 2 semesters of sport?

well, i put it off till term 3 because weekend sport seriously sucks majorahem.. and ended up doing netball. in team 24 or whichever was the lowest level team (WITH YOU GINA, but i didn’t know you back then, so i was basically on my lonesome) XDD

There was one week.. after a game with i-forget-which-school. Our coach.. which i also have forgotten the name of XDD she was driving me home. except driving me home turned into driving me to strathfield station… which turned into driving me to NEAR strathfield station.

We got lost okay? D: not my fault my map reading and directional skills are appalling.

We somehow drove to Homebush station, and i figured that i was being a huge nuisance because coach really didn’t have to drive me anywhere. She was nice enough to take meh to a station, so i told her Homebush station would be fine.

I’m kinda off track now because most of this is irrelevant XDDD

The important bit comes in when i’m on the train. And it stops at Lidcombe.

I should probably also note that i’m wearing my MLC sports uniform. complete with insanely-short-skort.

Mine was REALLY short. i think it’s cuz i hit puberty somewhere between the end of year 6-when i bought the size XS skort with my mum, and term 3-when it no longer fit on my hips anymore and instead had to wear it higher up around my waist.

Okay, so i’m at Lidcombe and the train is for the most part empty. because it’s an all stops -__-,

There is literally one other person sitting with me (in the upstairs part of the train.. because i used to always sit upstairs >__<).

But another guy walks up, and takes a seat directly behind me. He’s this middle-aged.. middle eastern/indian guy with a turban. not sure which ethnicity exactly. but he had a realleh gross curly beard T_T

For convenience:

GUY#1 is the guy who was already on the train with me

GUY#2 is the one that just got on the train

Not even a minute after the train leaves the station, GUY#1 yells: “hey, stop looking at her legs”

and i got off that train because when a 12-year-old hears that a potential terrorist-pedophile is looking at her legs, it’s creepy T_T

i can’t believe i just wrote a few hundred words just to say: i was wearing a short skirt when i was twelve and a creepy old man sat behind me to look at my legs before bystander interrupted his little fantasy -__-,

i need to cut back on writing needless backstories.

 

 

 

 

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