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Forgetting the Unforgettable
Amanda walked into Kings Cross Station and looked around for her Aunt. She was supposed to meet her there at 10:15 that morning. It was 10:10, so Amanda decided to find out which platform her Aunt would be getting off at. Above the ticket booth, the times were listed, it read: Leeds to London, Platform 10, Late, now arriving at 11:00.
Amanda groaned, she was getting hungry; she hadn't had any breakfast that morning. She had stayed up very late last night and got up late as well, so she was still sleepy. Amanda decided to wait at the platform and looked around for somebody to ask where Platform 10 was.
She saw the Constable talking sternly to a plump woman with red hair and four children, who each had equally red hair. He seemed to be saying something about the owls in the cages at the end of the carts they were pushing. Amanda stood a few feet away as the guard finished telling the red- haired lady, and her children, off. The lady turned on her heel and stormed towards the far end of the station, the children half running to keep up with her long, angry strides.
She tapped the man's shoulder; he turned so quickly and so suddenly, that she jumped.
"How may I help you miss?" the Constable put on a waxy smile.
"I was just wondering sir, if you could possibly tell me where Platform 10 is? I am supposed to be meeting my Aunt there."
"Of course miss. You just follow these barriers," he pointed to the stone pillars running down the middle of the station "and you just stop at the barrier that has the 'ten' tag on it." He pointed up, and Amanda's eyes followed his finger to the top of the barrier to the small white tag with the number '1' on it.
"Thank you very much, sir."
"No Problem, miss."
Amanda walked down the station that was teeming with life, and stopped at the pillar between platforms nine and ten. She heard a beeping from her small purse on her shoulder. Her phone. She searched through her bag and finally found it on the last ring.
"Hello?"
"Amanda, where are you?" she heard her father's voice.
"Father, just have Thomas take you home. The train is late and won't be here until about eleven o'clock. I'll call you when she gets here."
"Okay, don't forget to call me."
"Bye." There was an audible click on the other end that told Amanda that her father had hung up.
Amanda leaned against the Barrier, but found herself falling backwards. She hit the stone floor hard and winced with pain. She looked around, embarrassed. But instead of seeing the bustling crowds, she saw children and grown-ups alike in long robes of black. A red steam engine gave a loud toot, and almost immediately, parents and grandparents were ushering children onto the train. Amanda stood up and started to brush herself off, when a boy came through and knocked her down again. Amanda caught herself before falling on her face.
"Watch where you're going! You shouldn't be standing there!" A tall blonde boy came around the wheeled cart and stared angrily at her.
"How dare you talk to me that way!"
"I don't have time for this. Get out of the way."
"Gladly." She stepped aside and the boy pushed his cart past her. She noticed for the first time the mean looking bird in a large gold cage sitting atop an old, but expensive looking trunk. "He must be a lord." She mused aloud to herself. She followed him to the train. He handed his trunk to a man standing beside the train and took his owl with him as he stepped onto the train.
Forgetting the Unforgettable
Amanda walked into Kings Cross Station and looked around for her Aunt. She was supposed to meet her there at 10:15 that morning. It was 10:10, so Amanda decided to find out which platform her Aunt would be getting off at. Above the ticket booth, the times were listed, it read: Leeds to London, Platform 10, Late, now arriving at 11:00.
Amanda groaned, she was getting hungry; she hadn't had any breakfast that morning. She had stayed up very late last night and got up late as well, so she was still sleepy. Amanda decided to wait at the platform and looked around for somebody to ask where Platform 10 was.
She saw the Constable talking sternly to a plump woman with red hair and four children, who each had equally red hair. He seemed to be saying something about the owls in the cages at the end of the carts they were pushing. Amanda stood a few feet away as the guard finished telling the red- haired lady, and her children, off. The lady turned on her heel and stormed towards the far end of the station, the children half running to keep up with her long, angry strides.
She tapped the man's shoulder; he turned so quickly and so suddenly, that she jumped.
"How may I help you miss?" the Constable put on a waxy smile.
"I was just wondering sir, if you could possibly tell me where Platform 10 is? I am supposed to be meeting my Aunt there."
"Of course miss. You just follow these barriers," he pointed to the stone pillars running down the middle of the station "and you just stop at the barrier that has the 'ten' tag on it." He pointed up, and Amanda's eyes followed his finger to the top of the barrier to the small white tag with the number '1' on it.
"Thank you very much, sir."
"No Problem, miss."
Amanda walked down the station that was teeming with life, and stopped at the pillar between platforms nine and ten. She heard a beeping from her small purse on her shoulder. Her phone. She searched through her bag and finally found it on the last ring.
"Hello?"
"Amanda, where are you?" she heard her father's voice.
"Father, just have Thomas take you home. The train is late and won't be here until about eleven o'clock. I'll call you when she gets here."
"Okay, don't forget to call me."
"Bye." There was an audible click on the other end that told Amanda that her father had hung up.
Amanda leaned against the Barrier, but found herself falling backwards. She hit the stone floor hard and winced with pain. She looked around, embarrassed. But instead of seeing the bustling crowds, she saw children and grown-ups alike in long robes of black. A red steam engine gave a loud toot, and almost immediately, parents and grandparents were ushering children onto the train. Amanda stood up and started to brush herself off, when a boy came through and knocked her down again. Amanda caught herself before falling on her face.
"Watch where you're going! You shouldn't be standing there!" A tall blonde boy came around the wheeled cart and stared angrily at her.
"How dare you talk to me that way!"
"I don't have time for this. Get out of the way."
"Gladly." She stepped aside and the boy pushed his cart past her. She noticed for the first time the mean looking bird in a large gold cage sitting atop an old, but expensive looking trunk. "He must be a lord." She mused aloud to herself. She followed him to the train. He handed his trunk to a man standing beside the train and took his owl with him as he stepped onto the train.