Thank you to those who reviewed my story. And now, by popular demand, chapter two! Sorry it's so short, but I promise that action and excitement will be coming up soon!
The silver Ford pick-up truck pulled into the parking lot of the train station, reluctantly pulling into a parking space. The slight purr of the engine died down as the keys were taken from the ignition. "Well, sweetheart, we're here." Jared said turning sadly to look at his daughter.
Oyre looked out the window, staring past everything straight to the station. She bit her lip, a futile attempt to keep it from quivering. "I-I know…"
Jared smiled fondly, pulling his daughter into a tight hug. "Don't worry, hun. You'll be just fine! Just remember, keep to yourself and when you get to Bayville, go straight to the Professor!" He pulled away, preparing to step out of the truck.
Suddenly, Oyre looked around frantically. "But… dad! How am I supposed to know who the Professor is?"
Jared stopped, turning around to look at her. "Oh, oh! I'm so sorry dear. The Professor's supposed to be a kind looking man in a wheel chair." He smiled lovingly at her. "Don't worry; he'll be looking for you too."
She took a deep breath, adjusting the baseball cap on her head and reaching a shaking hand to open the truck door. It swung open slowly, the hinges squeaking ever so slightly. She stepped out, looking around and shying back towards the truck when a boy about her age looked her way.
"It's alright hun. Just stay by me until we get you on that train." Her father was standing next to her, her two suitcases in his hands. "You'll be just fine." He started walking off, a deep sadness filling his eyes suddenly. "I only wish your mother were here to share this moment with us…"
"She is here daddy, we just can't see her." Jared smiled down at his daughter, stopping suddenly and putting down the suitcases.
"Oyre honey, we forgot to cover your arms!" He moved quickly, opening a suitcase and fishing around in it. Luckily enough, it was the suitcase holding what he was looking for; an assortment of different arm length gloves. "It would be bad if some one caught sight of your fur."
This just made the young girl even more nervous, her eyes darting around the parking lot as other families and people stepped out of vehicles and headed toward the station. She knew that this was supposed to be good for her, but she hated it already.
"There, much better." Jared said as Oyre finished putting on her gloves. He re-packed her opened suitcase and picked the two up again. "Now, let's get going." He smiled encouragingly at Oyre and started towards the station.