(ok I know that this story is new and that I haven't finished typing up my old one and I WIL get around to it but see Jane and I need to work more on it…anyway please review this story…it had something to do with the story 'Lost Writers' that Jackie …is doing on this page somewhere…you'll see the connection later on J )
Christy ran next to the railroad tracks her hand extended to Spot's. He had leapt onto the train bound for New York seconds before and now it was Christy's turn. One the way to the train station Christy had traded cloths with a street girl. So now instead of wearing her somewhat ash stained, yellow dress Christy was wearing a pair of knickers and a blue button-up shirt.
The train was gaining speed and Christy was falling behind.
"Come on! Run Christy! You almost have it!" Spot shouted above the growing roar of the train. With her new encouragement Christy pushed her-self as heard as she could. Spot's hand come closer and closer. Christy saw her chance and took his outstretched hand. With a yank of Spot's arm she was on the speeding train.
"Oh my gosh…my legs hurt…" Christy panted.
"Well you ran pretty fast," commented Spot. Suddenly there was a crash form somewhere in the car they were standing on the back of. "Come on let's go onto the roof."
"Uh…are you sure it's safe?"
"Nope," Spot gave Christy this enchanting smile. "But I'm sure we'll find out."
"Good grief," Christy muttered as her companion began to climb to the roof of the speeding train.
"Hey cool! There are the little hand-holes! Come on Christy it's safe enough!" Came Spot's voice from above.
"Ok, ok it can't be to much worse from jumping onto the train." Christy told her self. As she hoisted herself onto the top of the train she saw what Spot was talking about. There really were hand-hole type things on the roof. As the countryside sped by Christy crawled over to where Spot was sitting. He had this look in his eyes like he was remembering something.
"I wonder if there's an empty car somewhere in this train," Christy wondered out loud.
"I'll go look for one in a little while…we'll need it to sleep in." Christy scowled. Even though she was wearing knickers and even though she had stolen away onto a train she hadn't lost all of her dignity. "Don't worry Chris…I didn't mean anything."
"Oh sorry…it's just I'm not used to been with a boy. At school there weren't any boys and…well you know," Christy began to say.
"Don't worry about it," Spot said smiling. "Why'd you think of New York?"
"What?"
"You know when you said we should go to New York. Why New York and why didn't you just go alone? Or why didn't you just go to one of your friends houses?"
"Hold on one question at a time," Christy said holding her hands up in the air. "Ok why New York? Well my parents were going to take me there for my birthday in two weeks. Well when you told me they were dead I was crushed. I loved my parents so much and them being gone just tore me up. My mom was so happy about going to New York with me but now she can't. So I deiced this was the only way to get there.
" Now why go alone? Well I couldn't just leave you there and besides your dad dies trying to save my parents. I think we should stick together for a while if your dad was so keen on my parents. Also we both needed an adventure.
"Why not go to a friends house? Well New York sounded so much more appealing than more schoolwork. Which is what would come to pass in the end."
"Ok…why didn't your cry when you found out your parents were dead? I mean I was partially bawling and you were just teary."
"To tell you the truth it still hasn't hit me that they're dead. I mean I've been away from them before so it kind-a feels like a trip away from home. I promise you when it finally hits you won't be able to shut me up."
Spot smiled. "You know you aren't as stuck up as I thought you were."
"Uh…thanks…I think." Spot laughed at Christy's confusion. Then Christy joined him.
"I'm going to go look for that empty car now. Why don't you stay here?" Spot suggested.
"Ok…don't kill your self looking for it now. Then I'd really be bawling." Christy teased.
"Right…I'll try not to fall or anything."
Christy
watched Spot climbed down to the next car. This wasn't going to be so bad.
Different was for sure…it was going to be different. But different wasn't
always bad.