Sarah Lee & Bobby Joe

Train Wreck

        I never noticed how fast a car goes before. I could see the yellow lines on the road go by so fast it just seemed like one big continuous yellow line. Hi, my name is Bobby Joe. I just found out last week that my mom and dad got on the subway, which is a train that runs underneath the city. It crashed and everyone on the subway died, there were maybe four survivors? I'm not so sure about the news report anymore all I remember reading is that "Subway 35B heading across town was collided into another train. For some reason only train 35B had all of the victims dead. The other train 67DF there were three victims hurt, one died. The teenager and two elderly people. The teenager is still in the hospital in a coma, the two elderly people were crushed, they were married 57 years, and died together." After that my aunt turned off the TV. 

        "Hey Bobby, would you like to go get something to eat?" Aunt Margret tried to get me to talk. I was not talking at all to anyone since the accident. I always eating. This helped me with my insecurity of the accident. I pointed at my wrist to indicate 'what time is it?' to my Aunt Margret. "It's 6:50 baby, do you just want to wait till we get home? I'll cook us up some red beans and rice, and some corn bread on the side. Have you ever had that?" I shook my head. The only time that I've ever had her cooking was when I was about 4. The last time they were always at our house, before my parents banded them. She nodded and Uncle Mike started to speed back up. Around the time that she was asking, there was an exit, the last exit before we left the city and into Jerry County, for fast or restaurant food. It must have been about three hours, or at least thirty minutes, befor we reached Jerry County. My aunt had awakened me once we entered the county. I was just about pressing my face against the window. I looked at all the children playing, and I watched them pass by and curious were my new home would be. "We don't live in the populated party Jim-Bo' boy" My Uncle Mike chuckeled. He had always called me Jim-Bo. He says it's his way of calling me by my respected 'country' name. I let out a little chuckle. It was about fifteen minutes and we started off of gravel and pavement onto this dirt road for about twenty miles. Then a house about every other two minutes. I now knew that we were in the country, the true country.

        It was around 8 o'clock whenever we got to their house. I grabbed my bags and sat them on the floor. There was this tall figure behind me and before I knew it he swooped up my bags, I ran and hid behind my Aunt Margret in fear. She walked over to the young man, he was about 20 years old, and she smacked him right across...the hand? Like a little child! She just smacked his hand?! She ushered for me to come over. I shook my head and my Uncle Mike came by and took my hand and walked me to the house. My new home...for the rest...of my life. My new home.

A/N: Thanks for finding this story and reading it! I'm going to post as much as I can! I'll start by Saturdays, Sundays, and maybe Fridays, so basically only the weekends. Thanks again! I love all of y'all and thaanks so much for the support on my other stories! Let's see how his first few weeks turn out here. Will they be good? Bad? Or tormenting? You'll have to read to find out! Give me a vote and like and don't forget to leave a comment on what you want in the next few sections!