[ WP ] Your username

The growls of the train tracks contrasted the music blaring in her ears, creating a symphony in her mind. As her fingers gripped the pink, blocky eraser in attempts to clean up a sudden swerve, another turn causes her to erase a piece of her tale. 
 
 Growling to herself, she props her arm on a windows ledge. She stares outside, the passing houses blurring into one. With a quick sigh, she continues to listen to her music and writes. 
 
 *First time posting on this subreddit. Ironically, I'm on the train now. * 
 
 **EDIT**: Grammar, spelling, and other products of rushed writing.
