Everything was blurring together. The people around me were numerous and I didn't recognize any of them. I looked up at a large sign above my head. The words were written in a large red font that I barely made out as: "King's Cross." I stumbled, looking up at the sign, but I realized that I could just take the train back home.
As I stumbled through the crowds of people, looking for Platform 7, I recalled my voyage here. I was at Sam's party, he was turning fourteen. His mom and dad went out for the evening, reminding him, and the rest of us party-goers, to stay inside once it got dark. We all agreed to her commands.
My head was spinning as I stared up at the number above my head. It looked like 14, but I wasn't positive. I'm was sure it was not 7. I continued my search.
Kelley suggested, as soon as their car drove away, that we get out the Dinner Wine. Sam chuckled at the idea. Everyone else wanted some alcohol, so we all started chanting. Sam held up his hands as if it would stop us and said, "Wine? Who needs wine when I know where my dad keeps his American-Brewed Beer?" Everyone cheered. I had never had beer in my life, but, there's a first time for everything.
I began to run, looking up at the dirty-white numbers. 14. 13. 15. I stopped. "15? What?" I stood there for a minute staring at the number. Why would 15 come after 13? I tried to focus on the number and it became a little clearer. The number was 12. Satisfied that the numbers were still in order, I continued to tread through the many Londoners.
Although the beer had a dissatisfying taste, once I began to drink it, I couldn't stop. After two hours I had had 3 beers and was more drunk than ever. Sam looked at the clock and gave an unsettling expression.
"My parents are gonna be home in fifteen minutes!" He shouted over all the drunk teenagers. "You need to go home, NOW!" Because of his drunkenness he didn't realize how rude he was being, neither did the rest of us.
I staggered away from his house, which was only 2 kilometers from King's Cross. Many others followed me there. But I was left alone to look for Platform 7. I passed Platform 12 and 11 without tripping or stumbling too badly.
As I past Platform 10 and I was making my way towards 9, there was something in the middle of the walkway that I didn't notice at the time. It was close to one of the large brick pillars
which separated the Platforms. As I stumbled by, I tripped over that book and I was about to crash straight into pillar. Unable to stop my fall, I braced my self for a hard crash, but when I fell flat against the ground, I was shocked to find that I didn't not fall into the pillar. I opened my eyes to see a train. One I'd never seen before at King's Cross. It was the only train I could see, so it was the only one I could take. I couldn't read the small writing on it to see where it was headed. I figured I could work it out when I got there.
I made towards the entrance on the train where a group of teenagers stood waving goodbye to people at the station. I squeezed through them and walked onto the train. Different compartments were set with sliding glass doors. Some of the curtains were opened, while others remained closed. I looked through the glass looking for an empty compartment. When I found one, I opened the door with much force, then slammed it shut behind me. I sat down hard on the cushioned seats and passes out.
As I stumbled through the crowds of people, looking for Platform 7, I recalled my voyage here. I was at Sam's party, he was turning fourteen. His mom and dad went out for the evening, reminding him, and the rest of us party-goers, to stay inside once it got dark. We all agreed to her commands.
My head was spinning as I stared up at the number above my head. It looked like 14, but I wasn't positive. I'm was sure it was not 7. I continued my search.
Kelley suggested, as soon as their car drove away, that we get out the Dinner Wine. Sam chuckled at the idea. Everyone else wanted some alcohol, so we all started chanting. Sam held up his hands as if it would stop us and said, "Wine? Who needs wine when I know where my dad keeps his American-Brewed Beer?" Everyone cheered. I had never had beer in my life, but, there's a first time for everything.
I began to run, looking up at the dirty-white numbers. 14. 13. 15. I stopped. "15? What?" I stood there for a minute staring at the number. Why would 15 come after 13? I tried to focus on the number and it became a little clearer. The number was 12. Satisfied that the numbers were still in order, I continued to tread through the many Londoners.
Although the beer had a dissatisfying taste, once I began to drink it, I couldn't stop. After two hours I had had 3 beers and was more drunk than ever. Sam looked at the clock and gave an unsettling expression.
"My parents are gonna be home in fifteen minutes!" He shouted over all the drunk teenagers. "You need to go home, NOW!" Because of his drunkenness he didn't realize how rude he was being, neither did the rest of us.
I staggered away from his house, which was only 2 kilometers from King's Cross. Many others followed me there. But I was left alone to look for Platform 7. I passed Platform 12 and 11 without tripping or stumbling too badly.
As I past Platform 10 and I was making my way towards 9, there was something in the middle of the walkway that I didn't notice at the time. It was close to one of the large brick pillars
which separated the Platforms. As I stumbled by, I tripped over that book and I was about to crash straight into pillar. Unable to stop my fall, I braced my self for a hard crash, but when I fell flat against the ground, I was shocked to find that I didn't not fall into the pillar. I opened my eyes to see a train. One I'd never seen before at King's Cross. It was the only train I could see, so it was the only one I could take. I couldn't read the small writing on it to see where it was headed. I figured I could work it out when I got there.
I made towards the entrance on the train where a group of teenagers stood waving goodbye to people at the station. I squeezed through them and walked onto the train. Different compartments were set with sliding glass doors. Some of the curtains were opened, while others remained closed. I looked through the glass looking for an empty compartment. When I found one, I opened the door with much force, then slammed it shut behind me. I sat down hard on the cushioned seats and passes out.