"Good Morning!" A cheery voice sang.
It was Emma..
I blinked, shut my eyes, then blinked again. I yawned, managed to finally open both eyes.
"Morning" I mumbled back, my voice sounded groggy.
After the incident with the old lady last night, I was given food and a blanket. The attendants put me on punishment, and said that I wasnt alowed to talk with her anymore.
I cant believe she accused me of harrasment.
All I wanted to do was ask her a question!
What a biyotch...
"We'll be arriving at our destination shorty" Emma continued, her voice was upbeat and chipper.
Did she get laid or something?
Seriously.
Just yesterday, she had a major attitude when I asked her about this "destination" well be going to.
"Wow that was quick" I replied sarcastically. My body felt sore and numb from sitting in the same position for too long.
Stupid old lady.
Stupid Emma.
Stupid train.
Stupid grandma.
Stupid-
"Did you forget what I told you yesterday?" Emmas cheerful voice pulled me away from my ranting.
"No I didnt" I snapped.
"Thats good" Emma smiled, unphased from my outburst, "Why dont you get cleaned up?"
"Am I really that dirty?" I replied.
"You probably wont have another chance.."
"Whatever" Emmas not my mother, she cant tell me what to do.
But..I was a little sweaty.
Hmm, might as well.
First I pulled out my handy dandy hair straightener, then a pair of comfy orange shorts, a white tank top and pink flip flops from my suitcase and entered the bathroom.
It was TIIIINNYY. It had the same copper red walls,and the tile floors were the same blue color as the train.
One one side of the room was a bathtub with matching blue curtains, on the opposite wall was a toilet, and above the toilet was a small mirror. On the other wall was a small window.
Now why would you need a window in a bathroom?
And I definetly wasnt expecting this...this is first class right?
It doesnt matter, I'll be out of here soon.
I quickly bathed and changed into my clothes.
Now for the fun part!
I took out a wide toothed comb, and started to divide my hair into sections. My hair was naturally curly, and could get tangled up very easily. I had to come it at least five times a day, so It wouldnt end up with huge knots.
My eyes were just like my fathers, but my hair was exactly like my mothers. It was a mix of gold, and sandy brown color that went well with my cappicino colored skin and silver eyes.
I pulled out my hair straightener and started to straighten my hair (duh). I absolutely LOVE straight hair. My friends are always telling me how they wish they could have curly hair like mine, but straight just looks better on me. It makes me look sexy and sophisticated...hopefully.
"All done!" I smiled at my reflection. My hair in its natural state would only reach to my chest, but when straightened, it went down all the way down my back.
KNOCK KNOCK
"In a minute!' I called out, quickly grabbing my things and exiting out of the bathroom.
"Baka" The old woman spat when I pulled open the door. Her eyebrows pulled down together, and her dark brown eyes were scanning my outfit.
Dafuq is with this lady? What does "Baka" even mean?!
"Shut up old lady!" I grumbled, pushing past her.
"Baka ka" I heard her snarl before shutting the bathroom door.
Stupid old lady...
"Ms. Coco well be leaving in three minutes" An attendant told me when I reached my seat. "Please get ready"
"Ok" I replied, pulling out my suitcases and making sure everything was still intact.
The train finally came to a halt.
Now where the hell are we?
"Are you ready?" Emma asked.
"Yeah" I replied, "So are you going to tell me-"
"No" She snapped. Her eyes were wide,and she kept looking over her shoulder like she was afraid of someone watching her.
Somethings not right..
And when your gut is telling you that somethings wrong..
Listen to it!
"Sorry but I have to tie this around your eyes" Emma pulled out a long strip of black cloth.
"Uh no thats ok" I muttered, slowly backing away from Emma.
'Its for your safety" Emma smiled. Her face was turning a deep red, she looked like she was about to burst.
I continued to back away. There has to be a way to escape.
"Please just allow us-"
THERE!
I saw it, a door near the bathroom that could possibly lead me to the outside.
"Hell no!" I screamed shoving Emma away from me.
Suddenly three large men appeared.
"Listen to our orders Coco" Emma snarled. They all circled around me.
"What are you guys? Who do you work for?" I asked, gripping onto my suitcases.
"None of your business!" Emma screamed, she sounded like a dying seal.
Thats it..shes lost it.
I swung my suitcases with one swift move, knocking out Emma and the men.
Im getting outta here!
"How dare you" Emma screamed, she gripped the right side of her face.
I quickly sprinted away from them and pulled open the door.
A bright ray of sunshine blinded me for a moment, but then I quickly surveyed where I was.
There were hills.
Only hills.
No people, no houses, no buildings.
There wasnt even a train station.
In fact, the blue train wasnt on a railroad.
It was floating in midair.
I knew something was up with this train.
I KNEW IT!
Suddenly I felt a pair of hands on my shoulder.
It was Emma.
The right side of her face was so swollen and battered up.
Ha! Thats what you get when you mess with Coco Jones.
I pushed Emma away from me.
The train was at least twenty feet, If I jumped, I could probably break a couple of bones.
It was either that, or stay with these freaks on the train.
"Dont leave!" Emma screamed. In a flash, she grabbed my hair.
I cried in pain. It hurt like hell!
"Let go you crazy bitch!" I shoved her away from me as hard as I could.
I hastily threw my three suitcases onto a nearby bush.
Hopefully none of my things broke!
There wasnt any other bush around.
Only the cold, hard ground.
Ok Coco you can do this!
I could hear Emma and the men coming closer.
Just jump and start running..
But how should I fall?!
I mean ive watched some movies where people fall, their arms or legs ended up broken.
"Get her!" Emma shouted as they all charged towards me.
You know what?
Fudge it..
"YOLO!" I screamed as I jumped off of the blue train.
As soon as I made contact with the ground, I rolled around and immediatly stood up.
Emma and the men just stared at me, their eyes were wide and their mouths hung didnt run after me or anything.
Did they really not expect me to jump off?
Then I noticed another face staring at me from the window in the bathroom with a similar expression.
It was the stupid old lady.
I stuck my tongue at her.
"Baka!" I heard her scream, she waved her fists around like a maniac. "Modoro!"
I grabbed my bags and started to run,
and run...
and run...
and run...
Until I couldnt run anymore...