A Moonlit Sky-COMPLETED

The Train Line

The day went by without anything unusual happening. I was getting my stuff, and Brad came to greet me.
"You ready to go to my house," he asked politely.
"Ya, let's go. Uh, where is it," I ask. He looked at me while we were walking
"Not too far yet," he said. He just kept walking. It took us about half an hour to get to his 'house.'
"Is this your house," I asked him. We walked up to the old abandoned train cars
"Yup," and he smiled. "No one other than me has actually been here, so feel privileged." We walked up to an old cart, and he slid open a door.
"Come on in," he said. I took a step inside, and saw that he had converted it into a miniature house. It was at least four cars long. The car to the left was the bedroom, I could see a mounted bed high up on the wall with a ladder up to it, and underneath was a wooden desk riddled with books and papers. There was also his dresser, which was tall and touched the roof of the car. Past his bedroom I could see a bathroom. The car to the right had a kitchen on one wall and cupboard space on the other wall. The center car had a couch on the wall right in front of me, and next the doorframe, was a television mounted on the wall. There were windows cut out of the wall, which let a lot of light in. There were a lot of lights on the roof as well.
"This is such a cool place. Where do you wash your clothes," I ask. He laughed when I said that.
"There a few more cars down. The whole thing is 7 cars long," He said. I looked at him in awe.
"Did you make this all," I ask.
"Ya, I don't actually have any other place to stay, because my real parents ditched me here when I was 11. I built it up slowly as I got older. I salvaged stuff from the nearby junkyard and from the other train cars." I was sad when I heard that he had no family.
"Why weren't you put into the foster system if you were alone then," I ask.
"I didn't let anyone find out about me because I didn't want to be in the system. Just go put your stuff in the bedroom. We'll have to share the bed since there's only one," he said normally. I looked at him with red cheeks. He burst out laughing at me.
"I'm only joking, I'll take the couch unless you want it," he said through giggles. I was so relieved when he was just joking. I hit him in the arm. Right after I did that I covered my mouth.
"I'm sorry, I didn't know what came over me, I was just... I'm sorry." He laughed at me again.
"It's okay. It will happen, you're going to have bad mood swings from now on. It's part of being a witch," Brad explained.
"Great... Well I'm going to put my stuff down," and I walked and set my stuff down in his bedroom.

We sat and watched the television until it started to get dark outside. I looked up at the window, and saw a blood moon rising in the sky.
"It's starting to get dark outside," I told Brad. He looked up as well.
"Soon you're going to feel weird, it might be painful, because your powers will start to kick in. Let's get ready, there's a car down the line that we can stay in for now so you don't destroy my place," he said. He got up and so did I. We walked down the train line for a few minutes and went into a different car and I saw that there were already blankets laid down for us to sit on.