The kid was pushed from the previous wagon without beforehand notice, forcing them to grow. As they crossed the threshold of the door he felt how, against their will, the backpack on their back became heavier: responsibility, pressure and the weight of reaching the expectations of his beloved ones occupied the backpack instead of carelessness.  Also it was as if they forgot all the previous memories, of which only blurred images of their childhood friends remained, filling the wagons with their innocent endless laughter. Now the seats were occupied by some journey companions who did not seem very pleased to share new memories. They had lifted their eyes from the textbooks they were reading to observe them; they all wore strange masks that hid their true face.

Before the little one could run away, the teacher handed them a mask similar to that of the other students to be placed. They observed, curious: the only entries that the surface had were the overtures of the eyes. Seeing that the student did not react, the same teacher hurried to cover his expressive face. They twitched in disgust, but that didn’t matter to the adult. The mask didn’t seem to intend to let them breathe and made it difficult for the air to enter, making it even more uncomfortable. They didn’t feel cozy in that hostile and alien cold environment, but there was no other option: the wagon door had disappeared, there was no going back. Just then the first jolt occurred. This surprised them, since before there were no potholes in the road, but rather an agile and light movement on the tracks.
Reluctantly, the teen decided to look for a desk in which to sit as it looked like this journey was going to be long. They noticed that the hands of the clock at the end of the room no longer moved as quickly as when they was a child, now you could get to appreciate how the second hand moved. And their chest sank with each ticking, with each step they made. Suddenly, the light that filtered through the barred windows forming a sinister shadow on the floor of the wagon stopped doing so. Another jolt indicated the entrance to a tunnel.

The young one decided to ignore how the gaze of the passengers burned behind the masks of happy smiles, waiting for them to demonstrate a fissure through which escape weakness so they could destroy them. Some began to whisper as they walked near them, but they continued to move on. The classmates turned their faces at them passing by, made attempts to swallow their laughter, in vain. And they even got to throw paper balls at their back. When the young one turned around, the culprits had hidden their hands in an attempt to disguise. The masks covered their smiles of satisfaction, but the teenager could read their eyes, uncovered. They restarted their path, this time facing backwards to prevent any stab, until they fell on the trip the classmates had put on. The third jolt was more powerful and, accompanied by the trap, they threw the young one to the ground.

Clueless, they looked around: the mask had come loose from its place, revealing the salty tears that had dragged down their cheeks for a while, red of impotence. Their knees were bruised and bleeding, and this made them look even more human. The teen feelings, their true self, had been exposed to the tyrants of the wagon, who burst out laughing. Some even pointed at them as if they was a circus clown who had fallen from the tightrope. Humiliated and deeply hurt, they freed themself from the heavy backpack, the only tie that made them stay in the car, and left it on the ground. They gathered strength to stand up, encouraged by the idea that it would not be for long. The wagon was almost dark and they no longer saw the light at the end of the tunnel. So, groping, they looked for some possible way out. As speeding time up was not an option, there was only one solution: to stop it.

A lock clicked and a door which was not there before, opened next to the teen. In the background they could hear boos, laughter, words and unrepeatable phrases that they would never hear again. They rushed towards their only escape.

And the little one got off. They got off the train. And they got off of life.