It's the start of the 90s, and seriously out of style Vanessa tries to navigate the struggles of growing up without the guidance of her parents. Meanwhile Dallas Winston, the boy next door returns back in town after a year away...
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November 14th, 1991. 8:02 A.M.
Hiking up the train station platform at eight in the morning almost killed Vanessa. As she strolled towards her class, Everyone looked the same, all dressed in long coats, gloves and snow boots. She quickly found Dallas and Lindsey in the crowd, as her friend had just brought a pink coat and it was the only kind like it.
The two of them weren't speaking, just sitting when she walked over. Vanessa wondered if she should approach them or not. She didn't know if they had recoiled since falling out at the diner or not.
Lindsey was bundled up in layers of clothing, and still shivering under all that. Her eyes moved to Vanessa, and a frail smile curves her mouth, "You're here." she whispered, unable to pitch her voice much higher.
Dallas didn't greet her. He was looking at the sunrise, and fighting the nipping cold at his nose. Dawn had broken over the sky leaving a rosy hue to cast across the train station.
Vanessa scanned the area. Other classmates were having various conversations. Their lips parted and vapour escaped their mouths.
She wondered where Rachael and Daniel were, but then heard them. They continuously fought like siblings did, this time Daniel was hoisting suitcases and bags up the staircase. Rachael struggled behind him with a few more in her clutch. Some of the boys in class rushed over to help her out.
"There are some at the bottom of the stairs." she pointed with her free hand, "Hurry, before someone steals them!"
Partially distracted by the commotion, the teacher stood up at the front to gain the class's attention. When it doesn't work, the second teacher who would be assisting on the trip, comes over to give her some assistance. He placed his fingers in his mouth, and whistled a piercing tune.
"Oh, thank you. Frank... I mean Mr. Rode." the teacher winked flirtatiously.
She turned back to the class, as everyone gathered around to finally give her attention, "Seniors. I hope everyone is here. Has everyone got their tickets!?" she called out.
