The Great Locomotive Chase

Chapter 1

                                        Emma's POV!

"Remember Emma," Mom told me," mind your manners and do a good job at that concert. I know you'll do well at it."

"But Mom" I wine," You said that you were going to come and watch the concert, didn't you? Aren't you coming?"

"I know I said I would Emma," Mom said," but you know that I had work and this just came up. Some of the other nurses are out, they're short on workers, and I was suppose to work that night anyways. Just please understand."

"I do understand mom," I reply. I said no more on the matter. I knew that if I did, that my mom would make it into an argument that went on while I got onto the train and long after I got back from the trip.

I looked around the train station for any of my fellow band members, and I saw many familiar faces from my class, but I couldn't find anyone I knew well enough to use as an escape to get away from my mother. And after a while a tough looking, I saw a familiar face, and I was glad that it was someone that I knew on a close acquaintance level.

"Gotta go mom," I said, hugging Mom goodbye," I'm going over to talk to Guy!" While I was walking off to my friend, my voice rising as I walked away from her so she could hear me.

I heard nothing from her, so I guessed that it was an ok to go and talk to Guy. I quickened my pace so I could get there before my mom could try and get me back and talk to her about how I had to keep my manners.

Uh~ Couldn't she understand that I already knew the drill and just did it on a regular basis? I guess not, as she keeps telling that any time that we go out into town or to some party. It gets really annoying after a while, and I just try and tone it out when she gets onto that part of a conversation.

I walked up to Guy with my fast paced walking, and I said nothing and did nothing other than walking. All I really did when walking up to friends was stay quiet and do nothing until I get to them, and then try and start a conversation. That always ended up either startling them and we would start off the conversation with some laughter or I would get no reaction out of them and talk to them with a normal conversation starter.

"Hey Guy." I said in a sweet voice, which was one that I used with every person that I qualified a friend.

Every introduction to friends was the same, and good byes were always like an introduction to friends, as no matter how I felt, they always came out sweet or monotone.

"Boi!" Guy said, turning around and pointing to me with a flat hand vertically.

He wore a red, white, and black soft looking T-shirt that said "Guy Stone" on the back in black letters that were highlighted with white. The shit colors seemed splattered around for me, but I think that they were in a pattern that meant something to him. He wore black shorts and some black and white shoes with red laces on them. He had a pair of wireless headphones that could connect to any device that used bluetooth. One of the ear buds where in his ears. Typical Guy. His black hair was, once again, fluffed out greatly and stood an inch above his head, making him taller than he actually was. I still had the urge to pat he hair hair and see how soft it actually was.

"Did you just assume my gender?" I questioned with a dramatic pose, which was just putting one hand in the area where my neck meets my torso.

"Ye." Guy replied, with a slightly higher pitched voice than his normal voice that he usually spoke in.

"Boi." I replied back as monotony as I possibly could, pointing to him the same way he could.

After a while of us actually just telling memes to each other that we thought was funny, and trying to trigger the other. I still couldn't find anything that triggered him, and he found things that triggered me easily. Well, maybe because I kept mine on my arms while he seemed to keep his in his silky poofed up hair.

I look to my left, no reason in particular, and I saw someone I never thought I would see. Zach.

"Hold up." I say to Guy, walking over to Zach.

Guy didn't bother to say anything, and went off to talk to his other friends. Carly, Jeffery, and David were already here, so no wonder he went over to them. They hang out all of the time at school, like they knew each other for years.

Silently walking over to Zach, I was deep in thought, just like any other time. Why would he be here? Wasn't he in Symphonic Band? Symphonic band goes on the trip. I was so confused by his appearance at the train station that I didn't care who I was walking by.

"What are you doing here?" I ask, ready to start interrogating him.

"Hold up," Zach said," What?"

"Why are you here?," I ask again," Aren't you suppose to be with the rest of the Symphonic students in the band hall back at school?"

"Yeah~," Zach said," About tha-"

The train whistle went off, and quite loudly at that, and I thought that meant that we had to get on the train. I thought that the train was going to be leaving soon, and that was the sound they gave when they were signalling their passengers to get on the train. But I thought that we were suppose to be signalled on by the ticket man or something. I could've been wrong.

"I think we need to get on the train," I said, bluntly," We don't have time to talk about this now. Let's just get on the train and then talk about it. I want to know everything."

"Alright, jeez," Zach said," calm down. I'll get on."

With nothing else to say, Zach went onto the train and I soon followed. We both went to sit at a booth, and we talking about some of the things that were happening in our own bands and how our lives where going. We were even talking about what our friends were doing too. That was pretty fun, for both of us.

We lunch toward the front of the train slightly when the train started. I was very happy that we were, and I knew then that we were on our way to Amarillo to play some song. I put my clarinet case, music, and some of my other items that were in a sting bag up in one of the cubbies above us, and Zach did too.

Well, he didn't bring his clarinet case with him, nor his music. But he did bring some items in a string bag.

After situating everything, I was just about to grab my pillow and blanket when I head-

"HEY! HEY!"