Things happen on me sometimes quite strange. I always have some fortune to escape from the bad luck, but the problem is that it seems as if I'm always getting into some trouble.
Two month ago I went to Manchester airport to pick up my friend there. As he was new to the UK(and me either!!), I decided to accompany him to his university--York. Train went on and on and both of us were tired of the long time journey. By the time we arrived in York, it almost 9 pm. His dormitory was quite far from the city centre, and I had no where to stay but go back to Cardiff. I went to York station to catch the night train. York station was quite empty and silent, I sat by myself feeling freezingly of the cold weather. A drunkard slept under the corridor bridge, loudly singing some songs . I wandered over the platform. It became colder and colder, my jaket was too thin to keep myself warm. Little by little the time past, I was sleepy and exhausted. Finally came the train. It was almost midnight when I finally got on the train. "Tickets, tickets please." The conductor repeated in a languorous voice. I stared blankly at the darkness outside, thought how lonely I was. Even the moon in the dark sky looked so blue.
As there were not the direct train going to Cardiff, I had to change at Leeds station. It's not very far from York to Leeds. I got off the train and looked for the departure information. Unfortunately, it was too late to catch up the latest train. I sighed and wondered where to go. It wasn't high time to hang around at the late night, besides, it was too dangerous. I hurried up to get on a taxi and asked the driver to the nearest hotel. But there were no rooms left. "We are full, I'm afraid." The staff said with a sorry smile. I was so disappoint and sad, feeling no hope--the taxi was gone, and there were hardly any taxies running through the street.(At that time I didn't realize I could ask the hotel staff to call for another one.)
I stood out side the hotel, waiting for a fortune to come. But no taxi appeared at all. "God, please help me, where should I go?" I said to myself. God may really heard what I said, for there was a guard not far away suddenly said to me:"There is a hotel down the street, it just takes you several minutes there." I thanked for his help and eagered to the next hotel. On the way to hotel, a man walking along the opposite street shouted at me:" Asian floozy!" My heart flip-flopped in my chest, afraid that he might do some bad thing to me. I started to run like crazy, with dread and sorrow followed.
I was nearly out of breath when I reached the hotel, luckily there still had some vancancies left. Immediately I fallen to sleep as I had settled down. I had no idea how long I had slept when suddently I was woke by the nosie outside. Someone was knocking on my door. It couldn't be the room service for it was too late. So who should be? Who is him? Why he koncks on my door? I repeated over and over in my head and couldn't sleep any more. I got up and went to see who it was. Through the hole in the door, I saw a white man hanging out side. "Who is it??" I shouted in a scared voice. "It's Tom." It sounded like he was drunk. "Wrong room!"I replied. But he was still keeping on knocking on the door. I felt my feet cold and couldn't move, overcomed with great fear. Too fear to think, I almost forgot to call for help. He still stood outside, not ready to move. What can I do? I couldn't help thinking he might break into the door. Time went by so slowly, then all of a sudden, I realized I could call for help. My finger were trembling while I was dialing to the receiption. "I need help, someone wants to get into my room!"I cried.
But when the hotel guard came, the drukard just disappeared. After the guard left, I backed to the bed and tried to sleep. Lied on my bed and woke widely in the endless night, I still hadn't overcome from the fear. So much I missed my dear mum and dad! I might a brave girl in most of the time, but tonight I am really feeling helpless and lonely. Stranger like I in this strange country, I feel lonely, so lonely and couldn't stand for it any more. ..