A tragedy in the camp reported being one of the biggest unsolved cases in town. Five years later, as April regained her consciousness, some of the memories at the camp along with her sister had been taken away from her. When she goes back to the cri...
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Unexpected.
The fragile wooden floor creaks as soon as my white converse shoes, now dusty, stepped on it. I suddenly wrinkled my nose when polluted air lingers in. Still, I can't comprehend all this chaotic mess.
From a bench looking archaic with mud and dirt; to an old and vintage wall covered in vines and grass; to a roof partially destroyed and almost falling from the ceiling; to per corner surrounded by huge trees; and to dysfunctional street lamp. It upsets me more that dull clouds seem to pour out rain soon.
Birds with mellow chirps and the unseen blowing my hair are all that are lively and present. Yes, unexpected. I thought I was in dreamland the first time I stepped my feet here.
"Laura is—" Priam chuckled, didn't pursue what he wants to say.
I stared at his intimidating emerald eyes down to his scarlet lips in a bemusing grin.
"Laura is right," I mumbled, continuing Priam's statement. "This is Van Zanth, Station 11."
"It precisely is," he reclaimed, viewing the rusty iron rails in front of us.
I'm glad Laura contacted a friend to buy us two tickets from Van Zanth to Charlotte. Now, I understand what she said when she told us to trust her with this. It's because the second time I wonder about it, some things are unavailable in Van Zanth.
I heaved a sigh with my shoulders carrying the weight of the round earth, standing there with Priam for a couple of minutes, and didn't bother to rest my feet. How can I with this kind of filthy state?
As soon as the dwindled clanking of train wheels against the rails nearly reached where I am, I take a few footsteps forward and hold the strap of my bag clinging on my right shoulder. I looked at the left side of the railroad and watched the honking train to come near Station 11, its puffing of smoke billowing a cinematic rhythm that exhaust to the sky.
"So it's here," he clicks his tongue, "the train station."
"We're leaving Van Zanth at last." I don't know but somehow, sadness crawls within me.
A while after, the train's head passed the station when it discontinued. The door disclosed from the third set of the train car in front of us and a conductor greeted us with a strict face.
He cleared his throat, gawking at me from my head to my toe. "Are you April?"
"Yes," I responded.
He looked at Priam whose eyebrow has respired. "And you must be the young fella Priam Grey."
"Who else could it be?" Priam sarcastically inquired.
The conductor's forehead creased when he move aside the doorway for us to hop in the train.
