not sure what to call it but here we go-



-chapter 1-
An uninterested sigh escaped the boy’s mouth. He messed with the hem of his sweater sleeve. A dark purple sweater. Warm and soft. Covering a button up, allowing the collar to spill out. Completing the ‘look’. The boy looked down at his dirty jeans, lost in thought. He was unsure of his location. He seemed to be waiting for something. A train? Possibly. A loud sound shattered the boy’s confused jumble of thoughts. He was in fact waiting for a train. The doors opened, signalling for the boy to step inside. Should he though? The boy contemplated his options, soon realizing that this train could lead him to safety. It could lead him home. Wherever that was. The boy took a deep breath and proceeded towards the train. He took a quivering step through the threshold and heard the doors close behind him. He inhaled the scent of the train. Cleaning products mixed with sweat and the slightest hint of cigarette smoke. The boy wasn’t quite sure he liked the smell. Although, what could he really do about it? The train was moving. He was stuck on it.