I wish it was Bella

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We've been on the train for ten minutes and I'm starting to get board. I reach into my bag and take out a book. By chance, it's Twilight, again.

I'm halfway done the book an hour later. I'm so enthralled, I forget who I am, what my name is. I wish it was Bella.

I'm feeling a little motion sick, so I put the book back in my bag and look over at Angel. She's passed out cold on my shoulder. Angel's a heavy sleeper. We took her to a concert once and she slept through it. Ironically, she woke up during the last song, a ballad.

My tablet rings. I take it out and see that Steven has texted me. He's right behind me. There's no need for him to text me.

Steven: Don't look now, but the person across the aisle from you is a Poseidonian. He's wearing the crest, but he's probably just going on a vacation to Stratford for pleasure.

I'm scared beyond belief.

Me: Okay. What should I do?

Steven: I packed fake glasses in the bag with all the clothes. Casually reach in and slip them on.

I do as he says.

Me: How will we get off without him seeing us?

Steven: I don't think he's noticed us, but when we stop, fumble with your bags a bit and wait for him to get off. Make sure that you're behind him.

Me: But what if he's noticed us and will be waiting outside?

Steven: I didn't think of that. But still follow the plan. He won't recognize you.

Me: I'm trusting you.

Steven: Good

The train screeches to a stop in front of the Stratford Train Station. As instructed, I fumble with my bag and wait for the spy to exit. Then I wait for a nod from Steven before standing up and leaving the cabin. Luckily I don't see the spy anywhere.

Once again, we're safe.

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