Trains are really horrible. They smell of cigarettes despite the large sign that says ‘NO SMOKING’. The people always look at you funny because you’re technically too young to be alone on the train from Euston Station to Lime Street Station in Liverpool. I’m no bother on the train though, I just read most of the time. Last year I had to travel to my aunt and uncles at night so I slept silently. No bother at all.
Even though I am practically silent, I still get disapproving glares from fellow passengers. The lady opposite me is watching me intently as I rummage through my backpack for my phone. I haven’t checked it since before I got on the train and my uncle will probably have called me saying that he’s at the station. We’re only ten minutes from Liverpool.
As I pull it from my bag, Taylor Swift’s song Enchanted blasts loudly, waking up the man next to me who was enjoying a nice snore. I answer it quickly, not bothering to look at the caller id.
‘Hi Uncle Larry, we’re five minutes away from Lime Street,’ I say, avoiding all eye contact with other people.
‘This isn’t Uncle Larry, it’s Kyle,’ a heavily scouse accent replies.
‘I’m sorry who?’ I ask, honestly confused.
‘I’m Kyle, your aunt and uncle adopted me three months ago- didn’t they tell you Summer?’
‘No… I haven’t spoken to them since I left for boarding school at the end of last summer,’ I stammered.
‘Is this your train now? Larry sent me to get you because he’s in work,’ the voice spoke happily.
‘Yes it’s my train, are you wearing the blue Hollister t-shirt on the phone?’I asked, looking at the people from the window.
‘That’s me!’ he replied hastily before hanging up abruptly.
I almost dropped my phone.
He was drop dead gorgeous.
