The File

The File ~ Chap. 7

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Tate

I was psyched for this field trip. As soon as I had told my mom about it, she told me that it didn't matter the price, I was going.

Three Fridays later, after school, everyone in the class that was attending was gathered in Mr. Collins' room. I didn't really know anyone personally, so I just sat on top of the heater on the side of the room, watching everyone gush in excitement. It was a big deal to us Minnesota people to be going to the fabulous New York City. I myself couldn't help but be a little disbelieving.

Mr. Collins was in the middle of sorting out all of the chaperones and taking attendance, but after about twenty minutes, everything was settled, and the room was shushed to silence. Some people sat, and some stood.

"Everyone's here," Mr. Collins stated obviously, glancing up from his attendance clipboard. "That means that we can get on the bus and head to the station. So let's head out."

We were all ushered out of the room and to the bus. We loaded on, and Mr. Collins did a head count. After double-checking, he informed the driver to get on the road.

I had wound up sitting next to a boy I believed to be named Alan. Thankfully I sat next to the window, so I wasn't in the middle of his conversation with the boy across the aisle.

At the train station, we anxiously waited for about twenty minutes until our train arrived to take us away. Once it got to us, we all hurried to pile in. Mr. Collins led us into an empty car.

I was the last one to enter, and I felt like a complete moron searching for a non-vacant seat. Every single one seemed to be occupied, so I basically thought I was doomed to stand the entire way, or sit in the middle of the aisle like, well, a moron. It suited how I felt, that was for sure.

My hopes flared up when I saw a seat in the middle left that didn't have a person in it. The boy Alan had been talking to was sitting in the window seat. Cole Denwood I believed was his name. I didn't know anyone personally, like I said, just by name. Either way, it was an open seat.

"Can I sit here?" I asked as I reached the seat.

Cole turned his head and glanced at me. I noticed he had really nice green eyes. "Sure," he replied with a warm smile.

"Thanks." I sat in the seat and pulled the strap of my bag over my head and put it on the ground. The train began to move and I sat there, bored, with nothing to do. I never thought to bring any form of entertainment with me.

I noticed Cole had. He had his iPod earbuds in, and I could hear a faint music coming from them. It wasn't loud enough for me to recognize the song, but I used all of my focus on trying, just to entertain myself for a little while.

About half an hour later, the train stopped at the next station. We all waited for the train to continue on its course. People loaded on, and walked through our car to find a seat. I looked out the window, staring at nothing in particular.

The train was soon on its way again. People still moved around, but I paid no mind to them. Except when I heard Them.

At the back of the car, the door slid open, and I heard two pairs of heavy boots stomp inside. I had gotten oblivious to the sounds of other people coming and going that I didn't realize anything much. So at first, I didn't think anything of them, until I heard the voices and what they were saying.