Under The Yellow Umbrella

Chapter 1

I looked out the window. Rushing tracks, bridges, rushing tracks, bridges, train station, repeat. Boredom. Since I forgot my iPad at home, nothing to do but look at Mazy, but I don't want to seem gross; we're sisters. Ugh. I looked out the window again. Rushing tracks, bridges, rushing tracks, bridges, train station, repeat. But then I saw Daniel, sitting on a bench texting at the Québec train station (my stop). Huh. Something different than rushing tracks and bridges. 

I grabbed my carry-on, waited for Mazy, and hopped off the stairs onto the ground. I walked across the tracks (of boredom) and onto the pavement. I decided to go talk to Daniel, so I headed over. Walking very fast, I didn't wait for Mazy. I couldn't find her, but she'll eventually find me. My rolling bag kept hitting my ankle. I wanted to yell "STOP!" but that would be weird and embarrassing. I kept walking, despite my "bruised" ankle. 

The left wheel of my bag hit a tiny rock, and then went flying near the luggage cart, which was stacked with many bags. Since I am a klutz with terrible balance, I fell with it. I crashed into the stacks of luggage, which all came toppling down with me. I landed on a humongous hard, black briefcase with a big BANG. I rubbed my head in pain. As I looked up, I saw everyone around me staring at the girl who crashed into the luggage. If only that wasn't me. And the worst part of all of it? RIGHT IN FRONT OF DANIEL. 

He rushed over and stuck out a hand in front of me. 

"Here, let me help you up Addison." 

He pulled me up pretty easily, considering I weigh 6 pounds over average. My cheeks must've been as red as a tomato. When I was on my feet again, I looked at my feet, brushed myself up, then I looked up. Our eyes met. 

"Ummm...magh...girbblie...muffunishernile..." 

I muttered in gibberish. I am such a nerd. 

We kept staring at each other. He shook his head and grabbed my bag for me. 

"N-need help?" 

"S-sure." 

He rolled my bag for me as we walked to the luggage pick-up. 

"Aren't you supposed to be going somewhere?" 

"No. I was dropped off here a half hour ago." 

He replied. DANG. Why do I always have to sound like I want someone to leave?! 

"Oh. Cool." 

"Yeah..." 

There was silence as we stopped in front of the luggage area. I searched for my bag, ignoring Daniel. I spotted a red bag rolling down the conveyer belt. MINE. I ran, pushing everyone beside me, and grabbed the bag before it could roll away. I ran back to Daniel. He looked at me weirdly, so I gave him a short, nerdy smile. 

We stood there for a bit, until I said, 

"Don't you have bags to pick up?" 

DANG. There I go again with my sounding like I want someone to leave. WHY AM I SO DUMB?! 

"Um... yes. One sec." 

He ran to the luggage area, and grabbed a bright yellow bag from the conveyer belt. He ran back to me. 

"That's... a really bright-colored bag!" 

I laughed a tiny bit, and so did he. 

"Yeah, I know. I'm a little strange. Yellow's my favourite color, and when I saw this, I thought it was perfect." 

I giggled. 

"I think you could spot that from far away!" 

"Wait until you see my yellow umbrella!" 

We both laughed. 

"What other yellow things do you own?" 

"Well... 3 yellow shirts, a yellow rain jacket, yellow Christmas lights, my phone case is yellow, um..." 

"I'm gonna stop you there... I think that's a little funny, no offense." 

"None taken." 

He smiled. We were looking at each other, when I heard something... like music... oh well. I focused on Daniel, who looked at me in a weird way. 

"Um... Addison?" 

"Yeah?" 

"I think your phone's ringing." 

I looked at my phone, which was in my pocket. It WAS ringing, and it was playing Fix You by Coldplay, my ringtone/all-time favourite song. I took it out and looked at the caller. Mazy. I pressed talk and said angrily, 

"WHAT!?" 

I yelled. 

"WHERE ARE YOU?!" 

"LUGGAGE AREA! GO AWAY!" 

I hung up. Shortest call ever. I looked back at Daniel, who looked at me weirdly again. 

"Sister." 

"I see." 

He nodded. 

There was a silence, until Mazy stormed over. If she was in a comic, the expression on her face made it look like she should have one of those tornado-looking things above her head that marked that you were mad. 

"WHERE WERE YOU?! FIRST YOU DITCH ME, NOW YOU HIDE FROM ME?! NOT NICE ADDISON." 

She grabbed my arm. 

"HEY, WOAH, WOAH, WOAH, what are you doing?" 

"Pulling you to the bus. Let's go." 

She started to pull. I looked back at Daniel. 

"Bye! Call me!" 

He waved nervously. Did I just say call me? Ugh. Nerdiness. Mazy pulled me out to the bus, which was waiting for us... sort of. She dragged me into it, and we sat in the nearest open seats. She crossed her arms, and looked out the window with an angry look on her face. Here goes another angry vacation.