This is just based on an idea I had last night...I'm at my aunt's and she lives by train tracks and every time they would pass, I would see all that happens like a movie! I hope there isn't a movie like this...well anyway, the main character is Rin, and it will be told entirely in her point of view ! Yay! Okay, now for the terribleness!

The Train-Dreaming

This is just based on an idea I had last night...I'm at my aunt's and she lives my train tracks and every time they would pass, I would see all that happens like a movie! I hope there isn't a movie like this...well anyway, the main character is Rin, and it will be told entirely in her point of view ! Yay! Okay, now for the terribleness!

There it was: the familiar dings of the train bells. You know the ones that signal that a train is coming? I hear it often, considering that my apartment building is right across from some train tracks, divided only by a narrow street and a high barbed wire fence. The train's cars came and went, reaching high speeds and forming a barely recognizable blur. The sound of the bottom scraping against the tracks and the screeching of its breaks were now like a soothing, harmonious melody. I rested my head on the windowsill and closed my eyes. One day, I'm going to get on that train. Why do I want to, you ask? It's simple. I don't need to be here. Well, at least that's what my mother says. She blames everything on me and doesn't want me around. She lost her job? Oh, it's my fault. She was in a less-productive mood since I didn't prepare her lunch the right way. Something in the house broke? Sorry, that was my fault since I wasn't watching it. Yep, that's pretty much how she functions. In a nutshell, she pretty much hates having me around, or she just hates me. But to be honest, I'm not so crazy about her either.

Later...

I sat at the table staring at my plate. I fixed dinner as always, but I wasn't allowed to eat before my mother or else I'm being 'selfish.' I looked up at her and watched as she stabbed her fork in the steak I cooked and cut out a bite-sized amount before placing it in her mouth. I intertwined my fingers as she began to chew.

"H-how is it?" I asked quietly. She seemed to think for a second.

"Too much seasoning." she said and scrunched her face.

"Sorry..." I said before looking back down at my food.

"I mean, what the hell did you do? Dump the whole bottle on it?" She asked in a louder voice.

"Uh, n-no, if it did there wouldn't be any left, and there's clearly more than half of it still in there." I said and began to cut, but I stopped and gasped. I just talked back to her.

"What did you just say to me?"

"N-Nothing." I said quickly and stuffed the meat into my mouth.

"I'm not stupid, and I'm not deaf either. I know you said something and it was a smart something at that!" she yelled. I was too scared to say anything else, so I kept chewing. Suddenly I felt a sharp pain and my hair and face was soaked. She threw her cup at me. The shock from the impact made me start to choke on the steak. Hot tears stung my eyes as I frantically tried to clear my throat. Finally, it escaped my mouth and my mother just watched.

"Disgusting." she said before getting up from the table and walking out of the kitchen. "Make sure you clean all this up." she said causally as she passed. I laid my head on the table and cried quietly. Wouldn't want to give her a headache, now would I?

I combed my now clean hair and sniffed the aroma of the orange-scented shampoo it gave off. I had to make sure I got all of the tangles out due to the sticky substance that was tainting my blonde hair. I loved my hair, even if I did keep it short. But I liked it like that. It was naturally soft and always behaved. The only time it ever got messy was when I was asleep and that could easily be fixed with a little combing. Another reason why I was so proud of my hair was the fact that it was the one thing my mother hasn't said anything bad about. She criticized me in the worst ways, but hasn't said one negative thing about it yet. It was the one thing about me that I saw value in. I turned off the light of the bathroom and headed for my room.

"Rin." my mom called as I walked past. I walked to her door.

"Yes, Ma'am?" I said as respectfully as I could. She was lying on her bed watching TV.

"I need you to go to the store and pick up some groceries. The list is on my dresser." She said while waving to the piece of furniture. I nodded and walked over to it and grabbed the list. Besides it was some money.

"Is this the money to buy them?" I asked.

"Yes, idiot." she said sharply. I grabbed both and shoved them into separate pockets. I walked out of her room and into mine. I grabbed the now freshly washed white ribbon on my dresser. After tying it on my head, I hurried down the stairs and put on my shoes then left out of my building. After descending down the stairs, I looked around at the familiar surroundings. Some cars in the parking lot, a building in front and beside ours, and of course, the reddish-brown train tracks. I smiled. One day, I'm going to get on that train. I started walking then I remembered that a train is coming soon and I wanted to come back to watch it. I half-ran to the store, quickly made my way to through the aisles and impatiently waited in the line for my stuff to be checked out at the register. With the bags in my hand, I ran down the sidewalk. The trains were almost always on time and I didn't want to miss it. I didn't even know what time it was. Just then, I ran into something. I looked up and saw it was a friend of mine that lived in my building. She was two years older than me.

"Ouch, Rin!" she whined as she rubbed her arm.

"Oh, sorry I didn't see you Miku." I said while straightening the bags on my arms. She just laughed her little airy laugh.

"What were you running for anyway?" she asked tilting her head slightly, her two long teal ponytails obediently following the movements.

"I'm trying to catch the train."

"Oh, are you going somewhere?" she asked.

"No, I just want to watch it."

"You mean the 7 o'clock one? You just missed it. I'm surprised you didn't hear it. That loud hunk of metal." She said and put her hand on her hip and extended her leg for more support.

"Oh." Is all I said and looked down at the bags.

"I really don't understand why you love those trains so much. They're annoying, my mom's considering moving."

"Yeah…well I'd better get going before my mother gets upset. You know how she is."

"Right. Uh, Rin? I heard her yelling again…are you alright?" she asked, her voice filled with concern. I lowered my face even more to hide the light bruise that was on my forehead.

"Yeah, I'm fine. I'll see you okay?" I said before I hurried off.

"See you…" she called after me. I ran to my house, dug in my pocket and hastily opened the door. As soon as I closed the door behind me I kicked my shoes off and went into the kitchen. My mother was by the sink.

"I'm back." I said quietly.

"I kinda figured that out, stupid." I placed the bags on the table before I started taking out the contents. I started to put everything away in cabinets and the refrigerator, depending on where they belonged.

"Why are there dishes still in the sink? You haven't washed them yet?" Well obviously not if there still in there, I wanted to say.

"I haven't gotten to them yet, I had to wash my ha-"

"I don't care about your filthy hair! I want this entire kitchen cleaned by the time I get back downstairs!" She yelled. I froze where I was. She started to walk out of the kitchen. "Damn it!" she said under her breath. I still did not move. "I just cut my foot since you didn't pick all of this glass up! You just insist on hurting me in every way possible, don't you?" She yelled again before leaving.

"Me hurting you? If you didn't throw the cup at me in the first place, then it wouldn't be broken." I said as soon as she was out of earshot. I can't believe she said that about my hair... The one thing about me that I was proud of... Well, that and my ribbon. I felt on the top of my head and felt...hair... Only hair...where was my ribbon?