Hi again! Sorry I haven't written in a LONG time, same old busy yet somehow boring life. On with the story!
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Chapter 4: Tired
The Hale family ran across the pavement of the Chicago train station, their baggage rolling noisily while they dodged the scooters of the officials. Cornelia huffed and puffed, dashing to keep up with the crowd and not get run over, while also trying not to fall over her long legs. When the Hales finally arrived in their seats and got settled, Cornelia was exhausted. She thought of her breakfast with Caleb and how she looked forward to seeing him again on this train. Thank goodness that he's still on this train. Maybe I can tell him how I feel...
She woke up again. It was twilight. Purple clouds drifted lazily above the foothills of the Appalachian Mountains, dotted in every hue of red, orange, yellow, brown, and even a little green. It's beautiful here, she thought. The trees blew rainbow leaves past the window. Her eyes closed lazily. Wait, snap out of it! Honestly, Cornelia, how much can you sleep? Now go to the observation car and meet him! And so, she dragged herself from her seat next to the sleeping Lillian and murmured a goodbye and an explanation to her parents. Then she headed down the narrow hall to the observation car.
"You don't like to be early, do you?"joked Caleb. Cornelia smiled. "Yeah. I almost fell asleep again." "Am I really that boring?"He smiled back. "Yeah, I guess you are," she laughed. Cornelia sat down next to him and gazed out the window. He coughed, stretched, and put his arm around her shoulders. She shivered with excitement, but tried to act as if she didn't notice. Both were ecstatic. Cornelia knew, without a doubt, that she was in love. Finally, Cornelia calmed down and, eyes drooping as she watched the landscape gliding by, fell asleep on Caleb's shoulder. He just smiled. And in her sleep, so did Cornelia.
Her eyes fluttered lightly. Then she jumped up, remembering Caleb, but found no one there. Her heart sank. No, not sank. Stopped beating as she struggled for breath. Then she found the package upon her lap. It was in beautiful, neat manuscript. Cornelia swallowed hard and read:
Dear Cornelia,
I am sorry we didn't get to say goodbye. I got off the train at my stop in the middle of the night and didn't want to wake you. I will be in New York for about a month. My dad is a businessman and he has some things to talk over with Donald Trump, of all people. Whenever I see him I want to murder his wig. As you've probably guessed, I'm kind of rich, so if you ever want anything... Anyway, here's my cell number and a little something else for you.
Love,
Caleb Drakeson
Cornelia smiled and opened the package.
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Sorry, it's short again, but I haven't written in a long time (duh) and I had to get this out. Hoped you liked it, and please review.