The train has just pulled into the PTS 10/13 (Soul Train Station). I got up from the bench and walked up to the front of the platform. I was seeing a skeleton with one eye (the only part of him that didn't decay) and a bowler hat coming out of the passenger car, with a saxophone case in his right hand, and a suit-case in his left. But there was something creepy about him. He had a serious case of under-bite. His lower jaw was way out in front, much more than his upper jaw. I'm surprised how he was even able to talk that way.
The skeleton was followed out by a zombie. She looked quite pretty to tell you the truth. She wore a bride's dress, and as far as I can tell, the only three parts of her that were decayed were her left arm, the right side of her rib-cage, and her left leg. I don't know her name yet, but I already have a nick-name for her. I'll call her the Corpse Bride. She was holding a brown suitcase in her hand too and an old black carpet bag in her right. She set down the carpet bag and opened it up. A small, skeletal dog jumped out of it. It was wearing a red collar. I was surprised how they were able to stow pets onto this station. I thought no pets were allowed on the Phantom Train.
Well, anyway, Jack, Sally and the Mayor were greeting them. "It's so nice to see you again, Bonejangles!" greeted Jack, while he was shaking his hand. So the skeleton with the under bite was Mr. Bonejangles!
I looked around the PTS, and I could see poor Cairo was hiding behind the newsstand. I could tell because his tail was sticking out of the right side of the old stand, and he was meowing like he was in great pain. I walked up to the poor guy. "What's the trouble?" I asked him. He was crouched down, had his face covered up with his arms, and he didn't look too happy. "I didn't know that skeleton's friend had a dog with him." he said whimpering and barely in a whisper, "You know how I hate dogs. They chase me around all the time." Just because someone has a dog, that doesn't mean I can't talk to them, or even let them stay at my uncle's house. "I'll be greeting them if you need me." I told him, walking away to the front of the train platform. Cairo didn't say anything. He was still crouched down in the newsstand, and I highly doubt he was going to come out until the skeletal dog was gone.
But what should I talk about to the new residents? Mr. Bonejangles sure was creepy, and what if I was too unorthodox for the Corpse Bride? She seemed like a refined girl to me. But it won't be like I was talking to Dury, Sabs or Gav.
Dury's name was actually Durance Linehold, but he was too embarrassed by his actual name. Dury was a young, red-head vampire who had it very rough. He came from a poor family, and his parents were always fighting all the time. Whenever he tried to stop the arguing and fighting,his dadbeats him. All he wanted was to help them. Since then, he didn't talk much, because he thinks someone will hurt him if he said anything. Even though Dury never tells me about his troubles, I still know about it. He had bruises and cuts all over him.
Sabs (actual name is Sabek Karmun) was a mummy who was mute, but he had excellent hearing. He was able to hear what no one else hears. Sabs could hear the twiddling of a black widow spider's legs when it's spinning a web. Whenever you asked him about something, he'd quickly write his answer down on an available scrap of paper, and they were always accurate. Personally, I think Sabs was some sort of a nerd, but who cares about that? At least he knows how to have fun.
Gav (short for Gavin Quarry) was a deformed boy, and he was very proud of it. He'd go around at Jekyll high, without anything to hide his face, and brag about how he was the ugliest kid in school. It's easy to see where Gav got his hideous looks from. His parents were deformed themselves. Dury was 14, and so were Gav and Sabs. Yes, you could call me a tomboy, but I like them all. Maybe I could talk to them about my friends. Dury's troubles shouldn't go around unnoticed.
Damn! I can't think up a single thing to discuss with them. Maybe I am so un-refined.
Well, anyway, I went up to the front of the station. The Corpse Bride was just getting her luggage. Mind your manners, Liz, or you'll lose their trust. "May I help ye with the luggage, maam?" I said, trying to be polite. She looked right at me. "Sure you can help me." she replied. Man, I really like this girl so far. Maybe I might introduce her to Henry.
Henry's my step-brother, who was three years older than Jake, who was twenty-two. Henry was a mad scientist and a doctor, who pretty much isolated himself, because he didn't think any women were good enough for him. That's because most of them weren't as bright as he was. I don't know why he said that, but that's just his lame excuse about why he's a bachelor. Jake's already married to Sasha Mussorgsky (a witch like me, only she has green skin but thankfully has no warts), and he's a couple of years younger than Henry!
Well, anyway, I was helping out the Corpse Bride with getting the rest of the luggage, when I ("AIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEE!") accidentally tripped over a skeletal dog. Crash! I crashed into Mr. Bonejangles. Good thing I didn't get on the train tracks from the tripping. I would've been killed. So, far, this is what I would call the most embarrassing day of my life. I meet the Corpse Bride, and I trip twice in a row right in front of her! What's more embarrassing than that?