I should have brought my sunglasses! Having to peer all the time, because of the strong sun made me irritated and I felt a throbbing headache slowly growing behind my forehead . It was only a few minutes before the train was suppose to arrive at the station in Östersund. Why was I going to take this train ? I didn't know and I still don't know. All I knew was that I had to get out of that town where everybody knew my name. They looked upon me with disgrace and detest. I was a miserable human being in the eyes of the public, but no one really saw me for the person I am.

« The train to Gällivare », it shouted in the speakers. I took my rucksack, the only luggage I had, and climbed the steps onto the nearest compartment. There were quite a lot of people in the compartment, but I didn't feel like talking to anybody, so I sat down on a seat with no one next to me. It was the window seat. You could see the sunbeams dazzle and glitter against the surface of the water on the Lake Storsjön. Even though the surrounding was beautiful and should have made most people feel a sense of freedom, I felt more free inside this stuffy compartment, knowing I was leaving this place, than having to stay and deal with the problems I had. When the train started I notice a pretty girl a bit further down the compartment looking at me. At first I felt a tension spreading in my body, but then I realized that she probably only looked at me because of my odd appearance. I also noticed a very old man sitting and just starring out through the window. The look upon his face told me he wasn't mentally present. For a while I just looked through the window and all the trees and bushes that swished by. I don't know for how long I just sat there starring through the window, but I remembered that I had become a bit hungry.

I let my eyes glance around the compartment and then I noticed a wallet lying on the seat next to the old man, who was busy talking to an other man in front of him. The thoughts in my head told me : What an easy catch !, but still I didn't want to do it. I knew that it was that kind of things that had brought me to the place where I was. It probably contains a lot of money, I thought to myself. I studied the other people in the compartment and realized that they wouldn't a problem. I slowly stood up and moved discreetly towards the seat. All my senses were peaked when I unnoticed snatched the wallet and calmly walked down the aisle and towards the next compartment. When I was inside the next compartment I realized that I had made it. But then, suddenly, I felt a strong hand grabbing my shoulder. -Hey there young man, I saw you, said a tall and dark haired man. -There is no point in denying or trying to get away, he said before I had had any change to do anything. He looked quite fit and from the strength in his hand I could feel that he was strong, so there was no idea to struggle. I am not going to report you to the police, but I want you to put the wallet back on the seat, he informed me. He talked to me for a while, not in a condescending way, and for the first time in my life I felt guilty. Stealing from an old and defenseless man who had done me no wrong. He kind of opened my eyes and I realized that I had lived my life inside dark and high walls not wanting to reach out to the world outside.

A few minutes later I was sitting on my seat and the wallet was back on its original place without anyone knowing it had been on its own travel, except the tall man. Sitting there I felt a sense of satisfaction and I was also looking forward to arrive in Gällivare later on.

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Character

Name:Peter

Age: 22

Sex: Male

Looks: Red hair, cockscomb, tall and skinny, pale skin

Hometown: Östersund

Unemployed

Likes punk music and spending time with friends

Single

Has no plans for the future

Is going to Gällivare to meet an old friend