Travelers Club 101

Chapter Two: The Wrong Train

Wavryn

The piercing sound of the alarm clock blares through my head. I groan as I slowly open my crusted over eyelids. All I see is black. That freaks me out, just a tiny bit.

So in my mad rush to try and figure out if I've gone blind. I forgot I fell asleep on the couch, thus resulting in me landing on my face right between the couch and coffee table.

Did I mention I'm a clutz? No? Oh well now you know! Ta da!

I sit up rubbing my now sore nose and look at the couch, to find Dango laying on his back like a drunk passed out on the side of the street. He's even snoring! For goodness sake that cat needs help. He must of curled up on my face last night. I just sigh again and stand up stretching. Not even bothering with the lazy creature I call a cat on my couch. He'll wake up soon enough.

I stumble into my bathroom and slam the door shut with a loud 'thud'.

After a hour in the bathroom and my bedroom I come out looking new. I threw on a large red sweater, with cream colored tights, Uggs and a black head band to keep my unruly hair out of my face. I grab my bags that are resting next to the couch, my back pack is open and I make sure to put my laptop, books and journal safely inside.

When I'm sure I have everything, I heave my back pack over my shoulder and pick up my black suitcase. My back pack seems a little heavier then normal, but I think nothing of it. I did pack a little more this trip anyway.

"Bye Dango!! Don't kill anything while I'm gone!!" I scream through the quiet house. He always pouts like this, he hates it when I leave for trips and he can always tell. I left the pantry door open and he knows where his food is, and the automatic water dish I have hooked up to the faucet never needs to be refilled anyway. I've learned that it's better for me to just let him pout for however long I'm gone. He's not destructive when no ones here, so it's easier for me when I get back.

I sigh and walk out the door. Throwing my suitcase in the back and my back pack next to me. I honk on the way out.

The train station is the busiest place I ever go. I hate being crowded by people, it makes me feel like all their accidental jabs and kicks are on purpose. Maybe it's just me.

I rush to the spot where my ticket says my train will be. It looks like every other train I've ever been on, but it feels like it's completely different, like if you step on this train. Your going to step off a different person.

A shove from behind breaks me away from my moment of spacing out. It also sends me tumbling forward to the cold hard floor. No one even notices me on the ground, they just keep going, almost trampling over me totally unaware of their surroundings or the girl underfoot. It's when two hands come out of no where and latch onto my waist, pulling me up, do I have any hope of not dying.

"Are you okay?" Asks a deep, ruff from obvious disuse. I pull away from him and check myself and my luggage for any injuries. Once I'm satisfied that me and my luggage is still intact do I finally look at the person who saved me.

I look up and I'm startled to see the bluest eyes I've ever seen. Even bluer than Margie's. I clear my voice and look down, embarrassed by my obvious ogling.

"U-uh-uh... Y-ya I'm f-fine. T-thank you!" I squeak out with an annoying stutter in my voice. Ugh well way to look like a loser Wavryn! Well he did already save you. I don't know if it could get much worse.

He chuckles at my red as a tomato face.
It's then that I here the sound of my train being called. I jump with a squeak suddenly. The guy doesn't even flinch.

"I- I have to go! Thank you again!" I say as I spin on my heel and run towards my train. I trip up the stairs just as the man calls final passengers. I show him my ticket and he motions for me to find my place quickly.

I make my way through the crowded public seating. That's one good thing about getting a straight shot train. I don't ever have to worry about switching trains and I get my own private compartment, which I would have been sharing with someone but they cancelled last minute.

I quickly make my way to the semi-large compartment. It's only two bed/benches on either side of a small walk way. There is a small bathroom and luggage compartment above but that's it. I'm fine with it though, it's just me so there is no need to worry about getting in someone else way. I throw my back pack on the other bed, along with my suitcase. That's when I hear the squeak of outrage. I hurriedly move to inspect the sound that came from my back pack, I open the biggest pocket to find the 'innocent' face of my devious cat.

"Dango!" I exclaim in outrage. I can't believe him. Well... Actually I kinda can. I should have made sure of where he was before I left! Darn it!!

During my inner screaming match at myself, Dango unfolded himself out of my back pack and started inspecting around the compartment. He finally makes himself comfortable on my pillow.

"Oh no! No you don't!" I exclaim as I wave my finger at him.

"We are bringing you back home right now!" I exclaim and go to pick him up. That's when the train decides to lurch into motion, sending me back onto the other bed.

"No no no no! This can't be happening!! No no this was not in the plan!!" I begin to hyperventilate, this was not in the plan! I realize I'm chewing on my finger nail, a nervous habit I've yet to get out of. I pace back an forth in front of a slowly tiring Dango. Before I know it, he's splayed out on his back in a dead sleep.

Well this is just wonderful! I can't believe this! It's just my luck really. And the the worst part? I'm pretty sure I can hear the conductor coming this way! I'm so screwed!