Station 53

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The evil queen eyed me meticulously, making sure I didn't make a single wrong move. I really badly wanted to do something  that would piss her off but after deliberating my fate, I decided not to. Instead, I walked up to her and picked up a piece of rubbish from underneath her foot. 

"I'm watching you, Miss White," she said with her hawk-like eyes narrowed in on me as I bent down to pick the rubbish. I held back my urge to send her a cheeky retort. 

After a couple more minutes of slaving around in the school's garden, she called out to me, "Place the items in the shed and go home. I'll see you tomorrow, same time and same place." 

I rolled my eyes before dumping everything in the shed and leaving the cursed school grounds. 

Mrs. Willows was an aged woman going through menopause. Not only was she going through menopause, but she was also going through a messy divorce with her husband of over thirty years. To make her matter even worse, her two children had decided they wanted to live with their father instead of their mother so you could only imagine Mrs. Willows' frustration. I really did feel bad for her, honestly I did. But that all changed when she decided I was her favourite punching bag. She loved taking her frustration out on me and it was making me hate her more and more with every passing second. 

I mean, this morning she told me that riding a motorbike was putting the lives of the other students in danger so she not only had my motorbike towed away to God knows where, but she also put me on some dumb after school yard duty. When I told her that other students also rode bikes, the sexist old bitch told me that they were boys so they had more control over how they rode. Complete and utter nonsense is what that rubbish was. 

Now with no transportation or money to go home, I had to walk to the station and catch a train followed by a bus home. My ten minute ride home turned into an hour long journey. 

Swearing, I quickly began walking. It was already late and considering it was winter, the sky would darken any time soon. The area I lived in wasn't exactly the safest place in town either. Especially not for a young girl who had somehow managed to make herself an enemy to her neighbours. 

"Where to, Miss?" the authorised officer asked, as he suspiciously eyed me. Did I really look that bad? 

"El Dorado," I replied, silently laughing at myself. 

"Do you have a ticket?" he asked, not realising I was joking. 

I pulled out my ticket from my pocket and showed him. He nodded before motioning for me to go forward. 

Sometimes I really wondered just how bad my outer appearance was. I mean, people told me I was good looking but not friendly looking. Whether it was because of my attire or my facial expressions, I didn't know but I was always the interest of authorised figures anywhere I went. I sometimes thought that changing my leather jacket into a simple cardigan might make a difference, but then I knew that that just would not be me. 

Unfortunately, the train station was packed. Checking the time, I realised it was peak hour and cursed once again. I managed to squeeze into a seat, much to the dismay of the other people sitting on the seat but I wasn't exactly in the mood to care. I had been walking around and picking rubbish for over an hour only to have to walk about 20 minutes to the train station that was packed. 

"Attention travellers on platform number two, the five forty five train to Wellington has been delayed and is now due in nine minutes," came the voice of an operator through the speakers. A collective groan sounded through the platform. I inwardly cursed and wriggled around in my seat, trying to get comfortable. 

Feeling someone's stare on me, I looked up and met the eyes of a very familiar looking guy who was sitting on the opposite platform, directly in front of me. I couldn't put my finger on where I had seen him, but he didn't have a common face so it would have been impossible for me to find him familiar unless I actually had met him. 

A train came and obscured my view. And once the train was gone, so was he. 

I didn't think much of it at the time since I thought I would never see him again. But little did I know that our little eye contact at Station 53 was just the beginning of our very long and very crazy story. 

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