'Down the street, turn on 6th, down to g’ Kayce subconsciously reminded herself the way to the Mavric City train station, though she didn't need to. She walked by there often on her way to the forest near the edge of the city with her best friend, Alexis. Alexis Myers who was coming back today. Alexis had left Mavric City in May near the end of the school year to go to Paris. Now it was late June. The sun glared down on Kace as she ran across the 4th Street crosswalk and down until 6th, where as you read, she turned.
'D. E. F. G. H. I, Damn it’
She turned back and headed down G. She always forgot the order of the streets (It was especially bad when she would lose track of time after school with Alexis and would have to run back home before dinner). She didn’t really have time to reminisce on how much of an idiot she was because there it stood, The Mavric City Station. As she slowed down to catch her breath near the stairs, she remembered the conversation her and her friend had so often.
“It shouldn't be called Mavric City. It's a small little town in Arkansas, it doesn't deserve a cool name like that” Alexis loved to complain about silly things like the name of their town or the logistics of time travel.
Kayce climbed up the train station steps, wiping beads of sweat off her face. She pushed open the poorly painted, gold metal doors.
“Well, well, well. If it isn't the stunning Miss Kayce T. Straws” Kayce lifted the hem of her light blue poodle skirt above her knees and curtsied at the practically baren Train Station lobby. The only person there was the tall, curly haired, Puerto Rican senior who worked there. Mark. The tan teenager wore baggy blue jeans that sagged too low in his mother's opinion. In his front left pocket was a red, grease covered rag he used at the car shop on 15th. He wore a white T-shirt which usually was paired with a dark leather jacket but today, most likely because of the hot southern sun, it had been discarded under the Welcome desk.
“Markus L. Miranda. What are you still doing here?” Kace tried to put on her best angry mom face,
“Don't you have a date with the lovely Miss Kimberly Straws?” Kimberly was Kace's older sister, blessed with the lovely golden brown locks and symmetrical face of her mother and the discipline and orderliness of her father. Kace often affectionately joked that Kim stole all the good jeans and left her with nothing but her mom's striking emerald eyes.
“Yes ma’am I do, but I felt I should first receive the baby sisters blessing. You’ve always the most critical of the boys she blesses with her courtship” Mark said with a smirk
“Your pushing it with the sass, Miranda but, you have my permission.” Kace said, trying to keep her mouth in an authoritative frown (which didn’t work very well, seconds later she started giggling uncontrollably).
“Thank you ma'am, I won't let you down ma’am!” Mark excitedly exclaimed as he dashed towards the ugly metallic doors.
Kayce laughed as he clumsily stumbled out of the lobby and into the blistering afternoon heat.
