To kickstart this morning with a BANG, this morning Ruth and I went straight to Jannali :)
ROFLS. LMAO.
OK, for those of you who don't know the train stops down here, they ARE
All Stops: Hurstville, Penshurst, Mortdale, Oatley, Como, Jannali etc.
Limisted Stops: Hurstville, Penshurst, Mortdale, Jannali etc.
NOTE: To get to Como and Jannali, you have to go over this river. And it's like, a LONG ASS AWAY FROM OATLEY.
LOLS. OK. I could NOT stop laughing about this the whole day today :)
Well, Ruth and I got on the trani ASSUMING it went to Oatley, but thanks to our 'friends', they didn't even make an ATTEMPT to stop us from getting on. Or maybe they just thought we wanted to go to Mortdale like some people do, and exercise their way to school. But we're not that gruelling.
ANYWAYS. Ruth was talking to me non-stop, and when our train hit Mortdale, I just decided to stare out the window and take in my surroundings (which were Caringbah little children and no Oatley people left on the train at Mortdale), because usually, Moggie and stuffs stand while Ruth and I sit. So I started looking out the window, and noticed all Oatley people getting off while Ruth was talking. The doors were starting to shut, and I turned around to her, and grabbed her arm, and said "WE'RE GOING TO JANNALI!!!!!!!!!" Yeah. We immediately realised that getting all stressed about being late to school/ being scared not knowing 'how to get back' wouldn't help us in the situation, so what do we start doing first? Laugh. Laughter is the best medicine. And to this very moment, while I'm typing, I STILL am laughing, but I'm trying SO hard to suppress it, and by doing that, my cheeks hurt from smiling. ANYWAYS.
So we got to Jannali, and we got off. AND THANK SERIOUSLY. THANK THE LORD that that Antonio guy from school was on the same train as us..He was like, 3-ish carriages in front of us. And ruth and I were looking around on the station to see how to get to the other side, and I saw Antonio, so I was like to Ruth, "At least we're not alone :)" OK, well, we don't know Antonio on a friend basis, we just see him around at school. So where Ruth and I got off was directly in front of the gate to walk out of the station, and there was no other way to get to the other platform (Jannali only has two platforms). And Antonio was looking around for a way to get to the other platform and there was no way to get there, and I realised that we could only walk out onto the street, and walk in a circle to the other side. BWAHAHAHA. And he started following us. But who wouldn't? We had to stick together anyways coz we go to the same schooooooooooool.
LUCKILY. When we got to the other top of the street of that sides platform, the train started to come. Because there usually aren't many trains that go to Jannali/ Oatley. So if this train didn't stop at Oatley, it DEFs would've stopped at Mortdale. Concluding that the three of us would have to gruel it all the way to school from there... =.="
BUT. The boy ran. And run so fast he did, that he got onto the train before the both of us. Thanks. But at least he was nice enough to keep the train doors from closing to let us get on the train :) AND LOL. What was funny was that, the three of us INSTINCTIVELY poked our heads out at the same time to see if the train was going to stop at Oatley.
So, in the end, the train made it to Oatley. We got off the train, and the first thing that came to my mind was that God had actually planned this out nicely! :D Although we could've been late, we don't know if we were made to go there to 'guide' Antonio to get to the other platform, or if it was that Antonio was made to go there so that both of us girls didn't feel so hopeless. And I ended up saying to Ruth, "God really DOES have His plans set out for each one of us."
We got to school, and we JUST made it, one minute before the bell went off :)
BWAHAHAHAHAH. This was the highlight of my day, and probably will be the highlight for the rest of this remaining year.
CHRISTMAS IN SIX WEEKS PEOPLE.
Gahh. Syllabus points. Here I come.
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