I wasn't going to lay here and do nothing while my parents tell my sister, Sarah that "Santa Claus" was real. It was a bunch of nonsense and they knew it.
They had told me that some story before when I was Sarah's age and I belived it. Such a silly thing to belive in, it's like a lie hit my face.
I could hear my parents close the door to my sister's room and open the door to mine as I pretended to fall asleep as they had a conversation about me as always. I could hear my dad say "He's worthless" and "We should send him away" while my mother said otherwise.
The irony made me laugh as they left my room. To have your parents talk about you behing your back was upsetting but I never wanted to show it, these relentless memories will still flow into my head like a wheel. It never stops infact it keeps going and as my parents and sister sleept I decided to sneak out and get some fresh air otherwise the memories will haunt me till I die.
I breath in the cold air as my blue robe flew in the wind and as soon as I put my hand on the door knob I heard as nose I turned around and to my surprise was a train. I had walked over to the train in amazment as I pressed my hand on the black metal.
I had noticed the conductor looking at me. He had asked me if I wanted to go on but I paused trying to decide. "Well?" He waited. I noded but I didn't have a ticket. He gave me some adivce to look into my pocket (which out of stupidity) I did and you would not belive what I found.
I handed the ticket to the conductor as he punched some letters into it. He handed it back to me and told me to hurry up. I went inside as I read the ticket.
DE it read.