Another time time after time, you make me feel so helpless."
Humming along to Sugar's hit song "Helpless", gazing out the window of a train still at St.Cloud train station, wasn't exactly what I had planned for a victorious Thanksgiving weekend. Don't get me wrong I had any other "Brady Bunch" family, I just wasn't big on traveling.
At all.
I feel a slight tap on my shoulder, taking my head set off and looking up, I see a petite woman with soft hazel eyes and shoulder length blonde hair, smiling warmly at me.
"Hi I'm Darcy." she introduces herself, in which I now realize is a servie attendant uniform with a dark blue blazer and skirt with red stitching.
"Hi.", I automatically answer back as nicely as I could despite my mood.
"May I please collect your ticket?" she politely asked gesturing towards the ticket resting in my hand.
"Of course." I replied handing my ticket to her.
Darcy collected it and walked away along the aisle with a smile still gracing her face.
Instead of looking out the window yet again, I turn my head slightly to observe the other passengers. There were about 4 other passengers besides me which I didn't find surprising at all, Thanksgiving is tomorrow, Most people are already at home with their families, maybe even starting to get irritated with them. The passengers were as bored as I imagined I looked myself, about to fall asleep right this second. There were two girls looking much like sisters both tall with long blonde hair and blue eyes, reading the same book , "Northern Lights" by Phillip Pullman. There was a man maybe fifty shamelessly snoring and drooling along the train window. The last was a man directly across from me maybe twenty-five dressed in all black leather with too many piercings or tattoos I can count, giving off a weird-type of vibe. I shift uncomfortably and stop observing all of them.
"Attention passengers, this is your conducter Alexander Miller. We are to take off now south down Minnesota to Winona station , enjoy the ride." a voice cackled around the train I'm guessing from some sort of speaker.
At that I peruse out the window watching the trees that have changed color from vibrant oranges to reds, wizz by as we gain speed. I silently glare at them thinking yet again of what I coud be doing if my mother wouldn't have forced me to come back home to Winona from my college in St. Cloud. she said and I quote,
"Mallory Amaro, of course you can stay home for Thanksgiving, you're an adult now who can make your own choices."
She called back just yesterday lashing out on me that I shouldn't have taken her seriously and Thanksgiving is a time for family. Really, I just think she needs someone there to stop her from accidently poisoning my whole family with her cooking.
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I must've fallen asleep at some point, because the next thing I know is being abruptly woken up by the loudest screeching noise, so loud my ears started ringing. I looked around the train through my brown hair at everybody else. They all had a shocked and curious look plastered on their faces, frantically looking for the source of the now nails-on-chalkboard like sound like I was. I look down at the tracks where I finally notice the bright red, orande and yellow sparks fying towards my side of the train from one of the front wheels illuminating the train from the night sky. I realize the sparks were from an unmoving wheel meaning we're gonna crash.
The train jostles back and forth, luggage falling from above us, the smell of something vulgar fills my nose like Iron, as I start panting heavily in panic. Suddenly the train stops, the force of it send me crashing onto the floor hitting the bottom of the seat infront of me. I don't feel much but the rough carpet, I guess it's a good thing I'm not seriously injured.
