is that me?

Chandler p.o.v.

after breakfast i hopped in the car with Cara. i stopped in front of the school, not getting out.

"hey you comin?" Cara popped her head back in the car. 

"umm, no, i gotta do something before class."

"but first period starts in," she glanced down at her phone screen, "20 minutes." Cara gives me a worried look

"oh, ill be fine, i have study hall 1st period." i shift the car into gear "the door." i nod at the car door which is still open

she shuts the door and steps back. as i drive away i see her in my review mirror. she is watching me drive away with a worried look on her face. 

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i stop at the old train station, and turn off  my car. 

BoDiNk

i grab my phone out of the console. 

pretty girl- hey, you still coming to school?

me- um no i don't feel good, c u at home?

pretty girl-  ok, c u at home then

i sighed, re-locking my phone. i hate lieing to Cara.  She is such a sweet, caring, innocent, girl who loves to believe that what people say is always true. but its easier this way. i step out of the car and walk twards the station. this place closed down years ago, but its alot more active than most people think. 

beep beep

my car locked an i stuffed the keys in my jeans. i unzipped my black leather jacket and fixed my beanie. walking up to the train station door, i reached into a old graffiti covered trash bin, digging around till i found it. triumphant, i pulled out a key with weird swirly thing at the top. i unlocked the door, slipping the key back in my pocket. i strode acrossed the floor, jumping over the gates and jogging along the platform, i stopped in front of a train car. 

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and thats it. sorry, i havent updated in a while, wattpad kept deleting my work.

- nevada