I was tired but I felt alive.
Finally, I get to be an independent person like I've always wanted. Of course, being from an upper middle class family wasn't all that bad, but being a spoiled brat sure didn't make me feel proud of myself.
No, I'll start from the bottom and work my way up. I sat at the train station, waiting to get out of this town.
As I board, I notice a guy my age sitting in the next car. He had a confident air around him, as if he could charm his way through anything.
To heck with it, I thought, and plopped myself right next to him.
"Hi my name's April," I said with a smile.
He looked up and gave a slight smile. "Well hello my fair lady. You may call me Francis."
Taking my hand, he gave it a light kiss.
"How about a rose to match your beauty?" he asked as he grabbed a rose out of thin air.
I took it as if in a dream. Maybe I won't mind having a little company out in the world after all.