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Escape For The Railway

            The spinning of a fan caught my attention as I entered my room. Dropping my books on my beanbag, I flopped on top of my bed releasing a loud sigh. Tilting my head back I watched the fan move in circles for a few seconds before scrambling over to my white night stand. Snatching up a book, my hands flew to the last page I left off.

              "Better finish my book," I sighed as I read the beginning of chapter 12 of "The Adventures Of The Railway." Eyes dancing in a flurry of words, a yawn escaped my chapped lips. The jingling of the fan echoed around, causing my eyelids to droop. Body feeling heavy I tilted my head back and yawned again. Vision hazing as the world turned dark,my book lay forgotten on my chest half open.

                The hushed whispers awoke me as I jumped in surprise. The darkness caught me off guard as I looked around my surrounds, soon allowing my eyes to adjust. The strong scent of hay snuffled my nose as a harsh feeling poked my back. Moving onto my side I pushed myself onto my feet, only to notice them bear. My heart started to pound as I ventured towards the door that I soon recolonized as a barn.

              Breath hitched as I watched flames dance on long poles stimulating torches. My hands frantically grasped my shirt, only to realize I was adorned in a simple muddy dress. Quickening my pace towards the door, my bear feet started to hurt as I exited the semi warm environment. Figures stood around whispering in low voices as they started to pack up their belongings. Mothers carried their children while men gathered bags together.

             One woman stood before them all as she whispered instructions to the men and woman. Scurrying towards the group not wanting to be left behind, the cold air burned my eyes as my heart started to hurt with how hard it was hitting my rib-cage. The woman looked behind her at a large house before venturing towards the fields of wheat, others soon followed. Glancing to the left, I caught sight of a little girl with a small teddy bear trying to keep up.

               Inching my way towards her I gathered her tiny frame up into my arms and kept our heads down low. A call of an owl frightened me as we neared the woods. Men and woman both kept quiet as a solemn feeling filled the cold night air. The little girls arms tightened around my neck, her body racked with shivers. Squeezing my arms the same, I hesitated towards the front of the group, following the woman. Glancing at hear face, realization crossed my mind as I noticed her stern, yet soft face.

"Harriet Tubman," I gasped quietly, shock evident on my face. My body froze as I realized where we were going.

                                                                          BANG!

                A loud sound echoed through the heavy atmosphere as harsh yells soon followed. Dread crossed Harriet's face as she and the others dashed into the woods, the trees swallowing their figures. My grip tightened once again as I ran as fast as possible without tripping. A startled gasp left the little girls mouth as she started to cry even louder.

                "The bear," I whispered. Worry was visible on my face as I looked for someone willing to help before calling for Harriet. Running as fast as she could, she snatched the little girl out of my arms as I glanced back. Flames danced as hollers cleared up, their shadows growing bigger. Harriet's brown eyes filled with worry as I stumbled back for the bear. A shout of anger dragged my attention away from the bear to the right. There a man stood, loaded rifle in hand, aiming at me. Snatching up the soft teddy, I dashed over to Harriet, ignoring the burning sensation that carried up my legs. As my eyes connected with brown orbs, my racing heart slowed in comfort as I smiled slightly. A sharp bang shook the air as the birds screamed, flying away. With a gasp, I gripped the bear to my chest as pain exploded on my right shoulder.

               Gasping for air I quickly sat up, the cool air of the fan covered my sweat drenched face as I shivered. My heavy breathing slowed as I familiarized myself with my surroundings. Shifting my eyes to the book on the floor, I slowly crawled out of the bed and picked up the open book face first. As I lifted it up something brown and soft caught my attention. Shock crossed my face as I picked up an old beat up bear.

"What?" I mummer softly, realization soon dawned on my face as a flashback of the dream drifted through my head. Dropping the bear, I sat there petrified starring at the moving fan.