Nefelibata(DRAFT/INCOMPLETE)

Chapter 2

The boy sat on a padded seat of the train cart. He was pressing himself against the wall, with his head leaned against the window, looking outside as the train whipped by the small snowy Russian town.

I'm gonna get in trouble. He thought. Russia didn't take things like stowaways easily. Especially since WWII had just ended. Most countries in Europe and Asia were still a little uneasy and sketchy.

What am I going to do when they ask for my ticket? There was a large old man sitting  on the far left of him. His hat was covering his face but the snoring coming from underneath was clear that he was sleeping. In his lap layed a ticket. The boy wanted do take it but he hesitated and stopped himself.

It's bad enough I'm sneaking in this train. I don't need to break two felonies. He pulled out a small sketchbook and pen from the pocket of his brown trench coat. He whipped open the book and pages of cartoon characters fell out. He quickly grabbed them and shoved them in his pocket.

He looked at the ticket, then looked back at his sketchbook. He started sketching. He looked over every now and then, sketching and sketching. He carefully ripped out the edges of his knockoff ticket.

He held it up against the man's ticket and his ticket. Carefully analyzing them to make sure they were exactly the same. He leaned his head back on his seat. Let's hope this works..
  
   A couple minutes later, a tall man in a conductor suit walked into the train cart. He yelled out, "Tickets please!"

His voice made the boy jump. The old man beside him startled awake pushing his hat up and gripping his ticket.

The conductor was punching everyone's tickets, approving them all. He was getting closer to the boy. His heart was racing. Please please work.

"Ticket please." He said to the old man. He handed his ticket to him and he punched a hole in it.
The conductor looked to the boy. "Ticket please."

The boy stared for a spit second and awkwardly handed his fake ticket. The conductor was just about to punch a hole when he hesitated and looked at the ticket.
The boy's heart was thumping out of his chest. He couldn't speak. The conductor spoke up to him,

"Why is this ticket so damaged?"
"I, uh..the guy at the ticket counter was very careless when he ripped it out." He rushed out.
The conductor looked at the ticket, then at him.
"What's your name boy?
"..P-philip, sir"
"..Ok."

He punched the hole in his ticket then handed it back to him. Relief washed over him like cold water on a hot summer day.
His heart was still thumping out if his chest as he tried to steady his breathing.
"Thank God.."