Be Careful What You Wish For
Chapter 3
Christian ran up the stairs, before his father had a chance to object. He took out a small suitcase and filled it with clothes. He placed his Underwood typewriter carefully in it's carrying case. He was out of the room as quickly as he had entered.
"Christian..." his father began.
"Can't talk. I have to catch a train". The door slammed shut. His mother ran to the window and watched her son walk away for Paris. For the second time.
"I'm going to miss him" was all she managed to say.
By the time Christian reached the station he was thirty minutes late for work. His boss was furious.
"Where have to been?" asked a pudgy mustached man. Christian walked past him and took the first train ticket for Plymouth he could find. He placed the money on the counter, and told his boss that he had decided to quit.
"But, who's going to sell the tickets?"
"Not my problem!" was the faint reply from Christian who was half way away from the counter.
-Three hours later-
Christian stepped out and took in the fresh sea air. The train Station was only a ten minute walk away from the ferry docks. The docks were full of people waiting for a ferry, Christian feared he was too late to catch a ferry to Roscoff.
"One ticket for Roscoff please" he asked when he reached the ticket counter.
"You're very lucky, this is the last ticket we have at all today leaving for France" the lady replied, handing him his ticket. Christian placed the money on the counter, and told her to keep the change. Six other people behind Christian left the line after they heard that there were no more tickets for France.
Christian boarded the ferry and was off to Roscoff France, then to Montmartre. The ferry trip was uneventful. He had taken a sit next to a large woman dressed a light blue dress. Christian did not attempt to start a conversation with her, and nor did she. She smelt a little like moldy cheese, and Christian avoiding breathing through his nose for most of the trip. He was glad when the ferry docked and people were allowed off.
When he arrived at the train station in Roscoff he opened his wallet. He only had 67 pounds left and he feared that it was only enough to get him a train ticket.
"I'll just have to get myself a job in Montmartre".
He stumbled through the busy station trying to find his train. He had no idea where he was going. He had tried asking people for help, but none of them seemed to speak English. It was utterly hopeless. Luckily he sat down on a bench when a conductor said something in french that included Montmartre. He quickly gathered his things and boarded the train.
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What did you think.
Very short chapters. Sorry. But. It will get better, I just didn't want to make one long chapter about him getting to Montmartre and then, I'm not going to spoil it. :b
Yeah. So. R/R