The thirty minutes until my old life ended came and went quickly. I boarded the train without a problem and the person I was sitting next to was quiet and didn’t ask questions. In fact, I don’t remember him greeting me either. And it was perfectly okay with me. I didn’t like talking to strangers about my personal life. It weirded me out to be honest. It made me feel uncomfortable. Like they were going to take my life and turn it into some best selling novel. If my life was going to be a best selling novel, I was going to write it and make millions, not them.
“Fifteen minutes until we arrive at our destination at Carrington Valley.” An automated voice stated from the overhead speakers.
The guy I was sitting next to closed his book and put it in his back pack and stared at me accusingly.
“What?” I asked feeling awkward.
“You haven’t said “hi” or said one word to me, and I happen to think it’s extremely rude.” He said and shifted his weight in his chair.
“Technically I did say something to you, I said what?” I stated.
“This is true…” He muttered.
“Name’s Egan James. To explain my first name, my parent’s were into names that sounded like they belonged in the book Eragon.” He said.
“Makes sense, your name means fire. That book’s about dragons.” I said and he just looked at me like I was a weirdo.
“You know, dragons breathe fire and what not.” I explained.
“I know,” He said. “What’s your name Mr. know-it-all?” He asked.
“Roman Kyler.” I answered.
“Nice to meet you.” He said and smiled.
He put his hand out for me to shake it. I really didn’t see why he was trying to talk to me. We were both getting off the train in ten minutes and we would never see each other again so there’d be no chance of us being friends. But still, I shook it.
“You too.” I said and smiled.
“So where are you headed?” He asked, making conversation.
“Hell.” I answered seriously.
He laughed and I raised both of my eyebrows and continued to look at him as if to say, it’s not funny asshole.
“That bad huh?” He asked.
“Where are you headed?” I asked.
“Strixen Hill Academy.” He answered.
“You too?” I asked surprised.
“I suppose so.” He answered and puffed his cheeks full of air.
I heard the train coming to a screeching halt.
“Was it your choice or did your parent’s force you to come too?” I asked.
“My choice.” He answered quietly.
I nodded and Egan remained silent.
I took my bags from the over-head compartment and waited for my new acquaintance near the door. Once he got his bags we exited the train and made our way outside.
“You got a ride?” Egan asked me.
“Nope.” I answered.
“Want one?” He asked.
“Would be nice.” I answered.
“Okay, then I suggest you call a taxi.” He said and smirked.
I shook my head and chuckled lightly. I pulled out my cell phone and called for a taxi.
After I finished calling for a taxi I hung up my phone and put it back in my pocket.
“We’re going halfies.” I told him.
“Nah, I’ll just owe you.” He said and smiled.
“Whatever.” I muttered.
I pretty much knew I would never get paid back but it was okay.
When the taxi got there I threw my stuff in the back and Egan did the same.
“Where you want to go?” A man from the Middle East that obviously didn’t speak much English, said.
“Strixen Hill Academy.” I answered.
The man nodded and drove in silence.
“You smoke?” Egan asked.
“Yeah, maybe lung cancer will kill me before my parents do.” He answered.
Curiosity sparked within me, but I wasn’t one to pry, so I let it go. Maybe if we became better friends I would eventually find out.
When we arrived at Strixen Hill the taxi driver stopped short making Egan and I lurch forward, our seatbelts stopped us from hitting our heads on the seats in front of us, but it was definitely going to leave a bruise on our collar bones.
“You pay me fifty dollar.” The man said and held his hand open.
“That’s a little steep don’t you think?” I asked him, trying to talk him down a little.