I can't think of any good book to read. And it has to be a really good book. So, i have decided to write my own. Here it goes....

On a midnight metro train travels a girl. Her hair are long, lips small. Her eyes round like a marble, her cheeks flat. She barely manages to reach the arm hangs, but hangs on. People around her stare, no one moves. They think is amusing, a free circus, a story to share. Shes not embarrassed, not now. She's grown used to it. It was initially very tough, like thorns pricking you everywhere. She would twitch, cross her legs, arms, mind. Then they just became random noise. Slowly they melted into the surrounding, they were as expected as metro announcement. She liked those announcements, she would try and guess what the man in English spoke. Her mother knew English, highly unusual for a women of her age. But she got the business going, if you caught her on one of her best days, u'd end up paying double for Zia. Zia, what an ironic name.