May
Look at that train rolling into the railyard.
Look at my awful use of alliteration in my words.
That train has to be a mile long, full of trash. I'm not saying trash like it's bad. I mean, there's literally trash in those cars, paper, scrap metal, going somewhere for recycling or smelting. It might dump a load off for the odd jobs down the street.
Imagine if they had trains like this during the ancient Wild West days. Of course, Wild West train stickups are mostly myths, but they looked cool playing out on movie screens. I don't know how they're popular, like this one series with dastardly homesteader, Jackadiah.
I channel his catchphrase. "Ehehehe. Yeehaw, yeehaw, y'all..."
I hate it, it's so childish.
Max, Kieran and I would make for an awful gang. We'd be as clever as the Mastermind in that thriller series, but I don't think that we'd be able to work as a well-oiled machine. Our egos would get in the way, not mine but Max and Kieran. Kieran would think of a plan, Max would tell him to shut up, it won't work, do this instead. I'd be in the middle, wondering why I'm there to begin with...
Like this school.
...The super-trio would know better than to argue and shoot ourselves in the dress shoes, though. We'll start with a trash train, sell the scraps, use the money to get out of town. We could hide deep in The Valley, buy Pixy Stix from a shady serial killer gas station to celebrate.
"Or in the mountains up north."
Brilliant! Kieran and Max can become cannibal-flavored freeze pops, leaving the cash to me. Their deaths would tie up loose ends. I wouldn't have to worry about the authorities snagging one of us, putting the whole trio at risk. I've seen those documentaries. The patterns are there. You get one and the rest of the operation falls like dominoes.
"Wait, no..."
Actually, I think Kieran would find a way to fake his own death and take the cash with him, seeing as he's so creative. I don't know if I'd want Max to die either. We could be a modern-day Bonnie and Clyde or Thelma and Louise.
"...What am I rambling about?"
I wish I knew.
"Hey."
"Uh...oh, hey."
What? No Acorn?
"Talking to yourself?" Max asks.
No comment.
"What are you looking at?"
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Castling: A Novel (NaNoWriMo21)
Teen FictionIt's a slice-of-life centered around "Chase the Ace," who finds himself changing schools against his will mid-year to help make the most of that brain of his. It'll be good for him, they say. He won't be so bored. He'll get to be with an old friend...
