A/N: Hello, and welcome to That Day! This story is a collaboration between me, malta-chan765, and our IRL friend Andorra. I don't exactly remember how this came along. All that I remember is meeting with Malta-chan and trying to iron out some of the details for later on in the plot. Anyway, we're taking turns writing these chapters, so if you detect differences in writing styles, that's why. The prologue is here thanks to Malta-chan. (By the way, she totally has the right to put this on here as her story too. She is writing a third of this, anyway.)
Enough talk. Enjoy~! Don't forget to favorite/review, and check out Malta-chan's stories too!
That Day
Prologue
Every pew was empty in the old church. Every pew except one where three young girls stood. Not many could guess why they were standing there like zombies for it was about 2:35 in the morning; well, 2:35 in the morning of the digital clock hung on the back wall presented the correct time. Each of the three girls wore itchy black dresses and onyx heels that had no possible way to be comfortable, and their hair was let down to cover their faces.
The smallest of the females had straight, light brown hair and hazel eyes that glittered from tears that had been pouring down her face. She wasn't very tall, so she couldn't have been over 13 years of age. Same with the two girls next to her; although, they were a bit taller. The girl in the middle had wavy hair that was a shade darker than the first girl's, and the last female had straight blond hair and blue eyes.
"Should we go now?" The first girl finally asked.
The blonde hesitantly nodded, "Yes, we should."
"Let's go somewhere else, though. It won't do any good to stay in Nashville," the middle teen decided.
"Where will be go?" Te oldest queried.
"New York," the girl replied, "We can make a loving there together."
"And we can ride on a train to get there!" The youngest smiled.
"Okay, then that is settled. Let's go now," the oldest began shuffling out of the church, tripping every so often over her shoes.
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Just hours later, they were all boarded on the back of the train, each sitting in different corners of te box car. The youngest of the trio, Maria was lounging by the edge of the car looking down and watching the ground rush past.
"Maria, get away from the edge. You'll fall off," the brunette, Lara chastised.
Ćerima, the blonde nodded in agreement, "Yes, we don't want you getting hurt."
"I won't fall off," Maria complained, "See? I'm leaning off the edge while waving my hetalia manga around. Nothing will happe-"
Maria cut herself off and a shriek escaped her lips as te book she was holding slipped from her grasp. Horrified, she watched as it flew under the wheels of the train and disappeared from her sight forever.