Train Wreck

The 9:27 To London

I wake up to the sound of my alarm, groaning. It's Saturday, why do I need to be up this early? Apparently, this should be the most important day of my life. There's been rumours of a big surprise planned for me up in London, but I'm not allowed to know until the right moment. Which could be never, knowing my luck. But anyway. I force myself up and get ready in my usual clothes, jeans, a crop top and various coloured converse. I went for white ones, not too dressed up, not too shabby. I get my bag ready, and walk through Brighton, to get to the station.

"Return ticket to London, please.." I ask the grumpy-looking cashier, as they reluctantly hand me my ticket. "Nine twenty-seven, should be here any minute." They sigh. I roll my eyes and groan. "Thanks, don't sound too excited, will you?" I mutter sarcastically, and go and wait out on the platform.

As the train pulls in, I can see an empty seat for two, which I make a beeline for as soon as I get on the train. I plug my headphones into my phone and listen to some music as the train whizzes past fields and towns. I yawn and murmur "Could this journey get any more boring?"

As soon as the words leave my lips, the lights go out and the train speeds up as everyone screams. What the hell is happening to this train?! I close my eyes as it gets even faster, and I have to stop myself from yelling out. Suddenly, the train derails, and everything goes black.