"Alright Danielle, I need you to sit here and wait for one of your adopted parents to come and pick you up" Mrs. Henshaw began, " now, I took the liberty to make you this sign to put around your neck so they know it's you, okay?"
Mrs. Henshaw pulled out a large, poorly made sign that read: 'Hello! My name is Danielle' and handed it to me.
I swear, this woman's stupidity made me embarrassed for her.
We stepped off the train and onto the platform. It turns out not a lot of people travel on Mondays because the station was almost empty.
After a long discussion with the clueless woman I had been traveling with I finally settled down on a bench to wait for someone to come and pick me up. And the moment I saw the train leave again, I folded and hid the large sign in my small bag that held all my belongings.
I then took a breath and began my patient wait.
Five minutes,
Ten,
An hour,
Three hours,
Four and a half.
In the time I had been waiting I had written two poems, walked around the station twice while finding little plants to harvest and plant later, and taken a small nap.
Goodness gracious these people took forever. I might as well make camp and plan to sleep here seeing as the sun was already setting.
I got up from the bench I had been sitting on when I suddenly heard the clopping of horse's hooves and the sound of a bouncing carriage.
A man appeared not long after with salt and pepper hair and a fancy suit.
He stepped onto the platform looking stressed and fiddling with the bowler hat in his hand as his eyes swiveled around, obviously looking for something. We finally made eye contact and he strolled over.
"Hello" he gave me a half smile as he bent his torso to my level, "Are you Danielle?"
"Yes sir" I nodded politely.
"Oh good, I am Mr. Barry...your new adoptive father" he explained, "I apologize for my late arrival."
"It's alright, I'm just glad you're here now." I replied.
The man smiled and guided me to his carriage and with a deep breath, I stepped into the small black compartment that would work me away to my new life. I was scared.
A/N: short chapter, long wait. I'm sorry.
- Collette ♋️
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