The X-Men meets Stranger Things in this coming-of-age tale.
I, Nadine Jackson, believe in science and opportunities, not stories out of a comic book.
So as part of a school project, my friends Imogen 'Aria' Zhang, Marco Martinez, James Ryder and I...
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After Marco and I left the train, we climbed onto the roof then glide our feet across the glossy white surface.
We were like Tom Cruise in Mission: Impossible—performing dangerous stunts to save the world. The cold wind slapped our faces, making our eyes water a bit.
The dimmed lights made it hard for us to see in the dark tunnels; not to mention the ghastly smell of angry steam drove me to insanity.
But nevertheless, Marco and I managed to duck underneath the pipes then saunter carefully to get to our destination.
"Oh Jesus Christ, " I moan, staring at the ground.
The train zipped across the rocky gravel like a speeding bullet.
Loud noises blared my ears; the indignant wind tries to lure me over to the tracks, but I managed to keep my shit together.
But as we went further, Marco conveys a concerned look.
"What's wrong?" he shouted.
Gulping three breaths of clean air, I groaned.
"Nothing! I just can't stand heights!"
"Take deep breaths, Nadine," he says slowly.
"Everything is going to be alright."
"Really?" I ask with a hopeful smile.
Steadying my feet on the vibrating roof, I gaze at Marco, who stared straight ahead.
"Yeah, " he smirked. "Until this train goes to shit."
My frown returned. "Not helping!"
He swiveled his eyes at the rough ceiling.
"Okay, sorry!" Marco apologized. "I get brutally honest when I am scared!"
"Well, then relax, " I advised.
"I don't think I can!"
A wave of nausea riveting on Marco's face. But with my help, he waltzed closer to the head of the train.
Marco didn't glance at his surroundings or shiver at the frigid breeze. Instead, he held me near like a protective sibling.
"Are you okay?" Marco asked me for the seventh time.
"Yeah, I think so!" I shouted.
"Good!" he yelled as the wind roared louder.
We continued balancing on the train roof when Marco yelled: "I am going to push the train back. In the meantime, use your telekinesis to slow it down!"
"Okay!" I nodded.
The good news is we are finally out of the tunnels. However, we are less than ten feet away from the massive hole, and there is nothing we can do to stop it.
