As the monorail doors closed over part of her uniform

(chapter originally by doragom333 on writing.com)

While there weren't many people riding the train with her, Minako was met with a wave of passengers as she disembarked the train. Progress was slow on her end, pushing against the throng of people who had to go someplace or another. If she wasn't so tired, she would have already made it off the platform by now...

*Bing-Bong* rang the station warning, signifying that the train was about to leave.

_Argh! _she thought, redoubling her efforts. I'm not going to spend my free hour stuck on this train just because some people don't understand right of way!

Reaching forward and putting her all into it, she pushed herself through the last of the horde, which seemed to be catching at her, holding her back. With a grunt, she persevered and suddenly came free, stumbling forward onto the loading platform.

"What was that all about...?" Minako asked no one in particular, letting out a huge sigh. Determined to get her personal day back on track, she readjusted her headphones and turned up her music, re-entering her personal state of zen.

What Minako didn't realize, and would have had she been more alert and less ensconced in her tunes, was that that last hold on her was not from the passing crowd, but from the train doors. In fact, if she had turned around just then, she would have seen the door carrying away-