hungry for a little something

Faith hanged up the phone.

"What? SHould I apply any OFficial job??"
Faith felt so excited. Compite with thousands people to get a job??
"May be some small business, get a loan or study some career far far away, like Yemen or Ethiopia?? Not exotic enough?"

Could nt help but call Andy again.

"Hello?"
" ..."
" Andy?"
" Happy ?!"
"..?!"
"Yes... Fai... why call?"
" I misssss you."
" Hold on a second, I think I'm leaving now."

Then hanged up. But, did he remember what she lent him?"


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Faith woke up from her dream.

Something went totally wrong. She dressed up. Unpack her bagpack and stuff in the things she considered good..

Oh, my, that was close.

She walked as fast as she could to metro.

In the compartment, a girl was about to rush in after the bell ran off.

"BBbbiiiiiiiiipPPPP"

She stepped back. Lifted her hands and sighed.

The subway operator stopped. Then opened the door again.

It was not that usual... stop and open the door for someone??

Who was that??

There she was.

Faith was almost glad that she was in a corner of the compartment.

Some said that "It's a small world".

Fait thought that world was stopped. It was the saddest thing she could imagined.

Sandra.

Again.

She was like a ghost, haunted her.

She just wore a shirt "Keep your faith", with her sexiest pose, and nice sun-tan and most natural make-up.
Everyone looked at her.

Faith felt she was nothing.
Sandra looked at nobody, but she was the center of the compartment.

IN that moment, Faith thought of how she changed her life.

Faith thought she wanted to punch somebody.

Sandra saw an empty seat in the compartment, she sat down. The man next to her, looked decent, the boy in front of her, looked at her shirt, the girl next to that guy, looked at her shirt too, but not the print on her chest.

Wait!

May be it would happen with someone else.

What the difference did it make?

Or dive into the ocean of time.

Or leap to mountians of memory where she wouldn't feel anything but herself.