An Unexpected Turn of Events ~5SOS~

1.

"Charlie hurry up! We're going to miss the train!" My mother called as I trudged behind her.

Although I was delighted to be in the position I was in, it didn't help that I had jet lag or that my mother had just woke me up from a half hour slumber.

"Honey you can sleep on the train! Now let's go!" She called over her shoulder.
I rolled my eyes, quickly catching up to her.

As we neared the train, for the first time I saw how people were actually looking at me. My brown hair was braided loosely down my back with some of the curly locks falling into my face.

I assumed since I was extremely pale they wouldn't actually know I was American, but nope. I was out of luck.

I mean, after all I was the spitting image of my mother, someone who came from a long line of Irishmen.

Maybe it was my clothes. An old basketball t-shirt and jean shorts that ended just above my knees.

As I plopped down in the seat on the train, I sighed, exhausted.

Although I had been in Europe for about three days I was still exhausted.

We flew over to England three days ago to pick my sister up from her college. She had a two week long spring break and my mother and I took the opportunity to go see England and Ireland with her.

Ever since we left the university we took cabs and trains (or tubes as they're called in England) to go sightseeing.

I was big on history so I wanted to visit all the museums and historical landmarks I could, despite my sister's complaints.

The day before we had taken a plane over to Ireland in the afternoon and did minimal sightseeing in Dublin before crashing in our hotel.

That morning my mother took my sister out to a bar that my mother went to when the last time she was in Ireland.

Then we had to rush to catch the train to the County Mayo. We were going to Mayo because believe it or not my mother still had relatives that lived there.

My mom's aunt, Nora, was a principle of a two room school house in their village. Her husband, Sean, was a potato farmer.

Nora and Sean had about four children, or that's as many as I knew of. My mother told me that they had all scattered all over Ireland and one even going abroad.

The train ride was boring as anything so I put my sound proof headphones on and blasted my playlist.

I rested my head on my hands, staring out the window to see the scenery around.
And without realizing it, I drifted into sleep.

I was woken by my sister, Callie, shaking me.

My music was still blasting in my ears so I couldn't hear her.

I ripped out my headphones out and groaned, "What?"

"The trains stopping in five minutes, pack up your stuff," she said.
I rubbed my eyes, nodding.

I threw my headphones into my backpack and my phone into my shorts pocket. The book I had started to read was thrown into my bag as well as I saw the train approach the station.

I grabbed my suitcase and threw my bag on my back and followed my mother and Callie out onto the platform.

We stood on the platform for awhile, mom trying to figure something out and me taking in the fresh, cool, crisp air.

"Maur! Maur! Maur is that you?" Someone yelled from my left.                            

I looked over to see a little lady that looked to be in her sixties.