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I guess they were, because that night we were silently tiptoeing our way to the train yards. We took as little as we could. We each had a small duffle bag filled with our stuff. We asked the conductor when the next train out of Chicago was, he informed us that it was to New York.
"Well, New York is as good as any other place, enough places to get into trouble." Bitter said sarcastically. We wandered around to the cargo boxes, we jumped in the car that looked the most comfortable.
"Fuck, that hurt." Mix said when Storm stepped on her finger.
"Oh, sorry." Storm said preoccupied.
I looked at Mix, Mix looked at Bitter, and Bitter looked at me, we all knew what was going on in her mind. She was in love with my brother. I had tried to talk her out of coming. But she was persistent and would not back down. I sighed, I knew this wasn't a good idea, but I couldn't stop her. I tried. We all were really tired, I got as comfortable as I could in the box car and was asleep in no time.
When I woke up there were not 4 girls in the car but six, which was very peculiar. I remembered only falling asleep with 3 other girls. I proceeded to wake Mix, Storm, and Bitter up. When I woke them all up, which was not an easy task, I pointed to the two new girls in the car.
"Poke them with the stick over there" Mix suggested pointing to the stick.
Bitter picked up the stick and started poking the girls. She poked the first girl; the girl's hair was tied back by a red bandanna, she had huge silver hoop earring, she looked like a gypsy. The girl jumped and whipped out her knife and was ready to fight. We all jumped back in surprise.
"Holy fuck!" Storm exclaimed.
The girl silently placed her knife back under her leg and patted it in reassurance. She stuck out her hand. "Gypsy..and you are?"
I stared at her hand I was still in shock, "Oh, I am, uh.."
"Her name is Feisty, and I'm Mix," Mix said shaking Gypsys hand "Over there is Bitter and Storm." She said pointing to the other two girls.
"That is Illusion, me and her have been traveling together for years, we are now on our way to New York." She said kicking Illusion to wake her up.
"What the..." She said staring wide eyed at the people surrounding her. Gypsy laughed, "Say hi to our friends Lusion."
"Hi" She said meekly.We all laughed, Storm offered Illusion her hand, which she excepted.
"This is Storm, Bitter, and Mix. And I am Feisty." I said regaining my voice and my dignity. I stuck out my hand for her to shake. She shook my hand and said "I'm Illusion, nice meeting you."
The next few days seemed to pass in a blur. We all became best friends. We told each other nothing of our past, but we all knew that everyone had a similar story, we were all running away from something. We had been in the box car for 3 days, passing the time playing cards, learning new ways to fight, and just talking. We all had similar personalities, all of us had gotten into trouble, at least once because of our mouths or our attitudes. That's why we all got along so well, we knew not to take each other seriously.
"Are we there yet?" Gypsy asked for about the hundredth time
" I am going to slit your throat next time you ask." Bitter responded dangerously.
We were all sick, physically and mentally. We wanted to get off the train as face as possible.
Bitter had even said that she would rather wear a dress then stay in the box car. Which is very unusual for Bitter, since she doesn't tend to enjoy wearing dresses. Everyone was sick of each other, we wanted to have our own space, for a change. The train started to come to a stop. All of us raced for the door, we punched, kicked, and scratched, and even pulled hair to get out first. We threw open the door and all jumped out together.
I guess they were, because that night we were silently tiptoeing our way to the train yards. We took as little as we could. We each had a small duffle bag filled with our stuff. We asked the conductor when the next train out of Chicago was, he informed us that it was to New York.
"Well, New York is as good as any other place, enough places to get into trouble." Bitter said sarcastically. We wandered around to the cargo boxes, we jumped in the car that looked the most comfortable.
"Fuck, that hurt." Mix said when Storm stepped on her finger.
"Oh, sorry." Storm said preoccupied.
I looked at Mix, Mix looked at Bitter, and Bitter looked at me, we all knew what was going on in her mind. She was in love with my brother. I had tried to talk her out of coming. But she was persistent and would not back down. I sighed, I knew this wasn't a good idea, but I couldn't stop her. I tried. We all were really tired, I got as comfortable as I could in the box car and was asleep in no time.
When I woke up there were not 4 girls in the car but six, which was very peculiar. I remembered only falling asleep with 3 other girls. I proceeded to wake Mix, Storm, and Bitter up. When I woke them all up, which was not an easy task, I pointed to the two new girls in the car.
"Poke them with the stick over there" Mix suggested pointing to the stick.
Bitter picked up the stick and started poking the girls. She poked the first girl; the girl's hair was tied back by a red bandanna, she had huge silver hoop earring, she looked like a gypsy. The girl jumped and whipped out her knife and was ready to fight. We all jumped back in surprise.
"Holy fuck!" Storm exclaimed.
The girl silently placed her knife back under her leg and patted it in reassurance. She stuck out her hand. "Gypsy..and you are?"
I stared at her hand I was still in shock, "Oh, I am, uh.."
"Her name is Feisty, and I'm Mix," Mix said shaking Gypsys hand "Over there is Bitter and Storm." She said pointing to the other two girls.
"That is Illusion, me and her have been traveling together for years, we are now on our way to New York." She said kicking Illusion to wake her up.
"What the..." She said staring wide eyed at the people surrounding her. Gypsy laughed, "Say hi to our friends Lusion."
"Hi" She said meekly.We all laughed, Storm offered Illusion her hand, which she excepted.
"This is Storm, Bitter, and Mix. And I am Feisty." I said regaining my voice and my dignity. I stuck out my hand for her to shake. She shook my hand and said "I'm Illusion, nice meeting you."
The next few days seemed to pass in a blur. We all became best friends. We told each other nothing of our past, but we all knew that everyone had a similar story, we were all running away from something. We had been in the box car for 3 days, passing the time playing cards, learning new ways to fight, and just talking. We all had similar personalities, all of us had gotten into trouble, at least once because of our mouths or our attitudes. That's why we all got along so well, we knew not to take each other seriously.
"Are we there yet?" Gypsy asked for about the hundredth time
" I am going to slit your throat next time you ask." Bitter responded dangerously.
We were all sick, physically and mentally. We wanted to get off the train as face as possible.
Bitter had even said that she would rather wear a dress then stay in the box car. Which is very unusual for Bitter, since she doesn't tend to enjoy wearing dresses. Everyone was sick of each other, we wanted to have our own space, for a change. The train started to come to a stop. All of us raced for the door, we punched, kicked, and scratched, and even pulled hair to get out first. We threw open the door and all jumped out together.