The Polar Express

Prologue: Snow in San Francisco.

I stared at the gleaming ribbons and shiny ornaments that wrapped around my family’s green Christmas tree. Below the boughs of emerald needles, boxes and bags of goodies were stacked precariously on one another, just waiting to be opened tomorrow morning. I reluctantly made my way downstairs to my bedroom in the basement. I rolled my eyes at the laughter spilling from upstairs. My younger sisters were watching the typical Christmas movie. What was the whole point of Christmas anyway?

I quietly flopped into my bed, exhausted from trying to look like I was having fun decorating cookies upstairs. It was Christmas Eve, and if I hadnt “lightened up” my mom would have just assigned me more chores. I groaned as I burrowed into my sheets further. There really was no point to Christmas, I mean; we all know that Santa isn’t real.

I heard the loud snoring of my sister beside me. We shared a room and she was exhausted from all her school work.  Fortunate for her, she only got one week of Christmas break, unlike the rest of us who have to wallow in the misery of decorating the Christmas tree and smearing fattening icing on under- baked cookies. The only thing I was really looking forward to was opening my present’s tomorrow morning.

The White Christmas music that leaked out from upstairs was giving me a headache. We don’t even get snow in San Francisco. I heard the TV click off and my sister and mother share their goodnights. I started to doze off, but couldn’t fall asleep. I kept imagining the big presents just waiting for me upstairs, just waiting for me to tear apart their wrappers, get my gift, and be able to end all this Christmas nonsense.

Suddenly the ground beneath me began to shake. My jewelry box fell over, and my curtains swayed from side to side. I whimpered and called out to my sister.

“Carry, hurry up!” She called out sharply. I quickly tore off my comforter and shivered as I pulled on my sweat pants and a thin jacket over my tank top. 

“Is it an earthquake?” I asked stupidly.

“What do you think?” Elizabeth asked sarcastically.

In the distance I heard a loud whistle. Must be the earthquake alarm. I remembered our earthquake drill and met my sister at the window well. She pulled open the window and climbed out. Making our way through the gate to the front yard, I was suspicious as to why I didn’t see any other families fleeing their houses.

Suddenly a gust of cold wind nipped at my nose. It’s never cold in San Francisco.

“Oh my god” I barely made out the voice of my sister over the loud whistle that pierced our ears. As I rounded the corner the same words crossed my mind. There in front of us was a huge train with its own little snow cloud. Tiny snowflakes floated down onto the already snow-coated train. It sat firmly on a railroad that appeared out of no where. Slush clinged to the small wheels as it screeched to a stop in front of me.

I was too stunned to be confused. I watched as a tall man in a conductor’s uniform scrambled out of the side door. He approached us and I saw Elizabeth slowly step back, but I was too shocked to  move or even speak.

“All aboard!” The man hollered. I stared at him like he was crazy, but was amazed to see my sister hurry toward the door.

“Come on dude!” I heard her call to me with so much excitement and reassuringness that I followed her on.

“Welcome aboard the Polar Express”

Ok so I celebrate Christmas because its Jesus's birthday I know that but I didn't want people who arent christians reading this and geting offended or anything like  that do I didn't include anything religeous.

Sooooo what do you guys think? I just wrote this for fun because I just watched THe polar express and its Christmas time and so why not?

So do you think there should be romance or not?

Tell me everything in the comments and dont forget to vote ;)