Refreshing Morning Walks

The train is going to leave without me! I am late for school and the 7:55 is pulling into the station! I still have to run across the entire parking lot, go through the gate, through the underground tunnel, and run up the stairs to board. I feel beads of sweat running down my face, it's not even eight o'clock, it's December, and I'm sweating! What the hell? I dropped my roll of vellum and it's now in the snow, although the platic will protect it, I'm angry at the simple fact that it fell. I am halfway across the parking lot and the train has begun slowing down, I know because of the screeching. I am starting to curse under my breath that everything is complete evil. I reach the door and pull it open, I no longer hear the screeching so I realize the train has stopped, I now have less than a minute to board. I run through the tunnel and reach the stairs. Doubling and tripling the stairs, gripping the handlebars and truly excercising I plow through the stairs like an rocket, out of breath I run for the stupid green tube standing on the tracks and watch as the doors begin to make a sound and close. Although I have carried the vellum roll of paper around for a week or so, I had never gotten the idea to actually use it for something other than drawing! For some reason I picked up more speed, and out of nowhere used the roll of paper as a sword to wedge it in the closing door. I got it just in time! I reached the door and the door refused to crush my roll of paper! Everyone on the train just stared at me at first, I believed I had achieved something special, people were smiling, laughing, and commenting on my tremendous feat. I stood there, not knowing what to do next, wether to wait for the door to reopen by itself, or use my awesome power to rip the doors down myself. I decided not to destroy the doors, and they backed off and opened. I got onto the train, there was no room to sit, so I stood, panting and drenched in sweat, looking around at the people, who had already forgot my heroics. Everyone was either reading the paper, or sleeping. It was silent except for my breathing. I was tired, wet, dirty, and angry, and all I remember was thinking "what a great way to start a ten hour school day". My vellum roll proved it's worth. It had given me the right to stand on a train for half an hour.