𝐖 𝐀 𝐕 𝐄 𝐑 ───˚༄∘˙ 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘢

𝐜 𝐡 𝐚 𝐩 𝐭 𝐞 𝐫 𝟏 ── 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧

1985
── [𝘏𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘰𝘸𝘯] ──

The car had stopped. Right outside was a long building, modeled after an elongated hall. Above the roof she could see the top of the train, steam wafted from its horn as it did when it was about to leave.

She had no time to get situated with herself, her dad was already leading her to the building. Going through the door was like going through a portal, the empty sidewalk turned into a shiny waxed floor littered with adults.

The air was hot, she was glad it only lasted for a few seconds.

When she made it out of the station building, she staggered. It was like a dream. The sky was a hazy grey, and rain came down in a light sprinkle, dampening the concrete that was already soaked from a storm earlier that evening.

The train's light twinkled in the many puddles that coated the land, they glistened like those clear crystals (Y/n) found near a pond that one weekend.

She could see her face in all of the puddles, they morphed and rippled whenever a raindrop sent its packet of waves. If it weren't for the burden of leaving her father, she would have laughed at the silly faces the water made.

But the trainhorn was whistling, spewing its urgent noise for all the vacant seats needing to be filled.

One of those seats was where she needed to be.

A hand pushed her back towards the conductor, her father's hand.

Hovering over her shoulder was a yellow piece of paper, her dad gave it to the conductor before finally making the final push that harshly shoved her into the train.

She turned around, her lips slightly turning down in a bitter frown.

"Bodach"

•˙˚༄────༄˚˙•

The train was crowded. Not as crowded as the train station itself, but it was still crowded. The only thing keeping the population at bay were the several roomettes housing families and couples, and little children like (Y/n).

Sadly, she couldn't have a whole Boothe to herself, she was forced to share one with an overly affectionate couple.

The woman had platinum bobbed hair hidden under a ruby beret.

The man with her had broad shoulders fitted under a patted suit, his balding hair was hidden under a round bowler hat.

Both cooed at how cute the little juvenile was. And as much as she despised it, she stayed silent. She couldn't lash out at them, that was the whole reason she was being sent away in the first place.