☺This is my first story on the site, so I hope y'all like it! I got inspired when I was traveling on the train to my grandparents' house back east. Read, enjoy, and review:-)
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Chapter 1: Tripping, Falling, Bumps, and Bruises
And there she was, practically asleep, sitting on the train, more miserable than you could imagine, gazing out the window, daydreaming about the boy that appeared in her dreams nightly, trying to remember his face more clearly. He was only a blur of mussed chocolate-brown hair and brilliant green eyes. Cornelia Hale was heading west to New York because she had some dumb relatives that her parents insisted that they had to visit. She was twelve years old and practically depressed and would rather eat a frog than be where she was at that moment with Lillian sitting in the seat next to her babbling and singing loudly, so everyone else in the coach section could hear. Cornelia pushed her long blonde hair back and kept staring out at the bleak North Dakota landscape, attempting to make it a little less bleak just by glaring at it.
"Batroom!"yelled Lillian suddenly. Cornelia's mother set her magazine down on the seat faded, germy blue seat and took Lillian's hand and led her down the narrow walkway down to the cramped restrooms. Cornelia resumed her staring out the window at the humble towns that in the words of the locals, "If you blink, you'd miss 'em!" A few minutes later, Cornelia's mother returned panting and distressed.
"Lillian ran off when we were coming back from the bathroom and I can't find her, "she said worriedly."Cornelia, you know her. You're good at finding her. Could you look for Lillian?" She saw the pleading, desperate look in her mother's eyes. Reluctantly, Cornelia dragged herself out of the seat, the image of the boy fading away once again.
She stumbled through the aisles drowsily, since she had just tried to break up the time by taking a nap, calling out Lillian's name softly. She saw the narrow stairs that you couldn't use if you were fat, (thankfully Cornelia was anything but fat) and trudged in that direction. She had almost gotten to the stairs when (bum-bum-bum!) she tripped over a Converse shoe. The last thing she saw before she tumbled down the stairs was a star on the black side that said ALL-STAR. Thump-thump-thump, down the stairs went Cornelia, collecting new bruises on each plastic step. Finally, she reached the bottom. Meanwhile, the boy who accidentally tripped her rushed down the stairs, worried about her.
"Is it over yet?" murmured Cornelia, laying on the floor. The boy had reached her side. "Yeah," he said, turning her over gently. "It's over. Sorry for tripping you."Cornelia's eyes fluttered lightly and her eyes of sapphire gazed up at the boy who had tripped her, with sympathetic green eyes and chocolate-brown hair.
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Sorry if you thought this was short, but I just want to get it out on the site. More soon and thanks for reading!!!Please review; no flames, but criticism that will better my writing is welcome! Please notify me of any errors. Talk to ya later!