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burnbook · 12-28-2020, 05:09 AM

As Killian boarded the train, she thought of the question her mother had asked her over breakfast this morning. 'Are you sure you want to do this dear?' It wasn't unkind, more of a cautioned note towards a daughter getting herself into something they didn't understand.

Instead of answering, Killian simply stared at the cereal floating in her oat milk, contemplating the question herself. She could back out now, go back to sleep, and wake up as her normal self. She could play old music and sing it loudly until her brother threw a pillow at her door to get her to shut up. She could go shopping with her friends, and have sleepovers where they painted their nails. This was the year she was going to audition for select orchestra in middle school. This was the year her mother was going to allow her to wear blush. All of her plans were changing.

Killian never actually answered the question. Instead, she drank the milk in her bowl and sat in the living room until it was time to go. She noted her mother looking her up and down twice, as though looking for any hole in her confident demeanor. Any sign that her daughter wanted to stay home.

Apparently, Killian had hidden any doubts successfully, considering that she was on the train. Her mothers perfume, a sweet floral smell, remained on her light blue shirt and black and white scarf. She was on the train now. There was no turning back. If she wasn't sure about this before, she had to be sure about it now. Her feet were moving forward without permission from her brain.

A new thought entered her brain; where was she going to sit? It was like choosing a seat on the school bus, it could make or break the ride. Her brown eyes scanned the compartments, making mental notes all of the while.

Not the front. The front was the worst place on the bus to sit. Everyone looked at you when they passed. The kids who sat in the front on her bus were usually either nerds, or those who got in so much trouble the bus driver had to watch them. Besides, seats were filling up fast, all with kids older than her. It might be fruitful to befriend someone older, get the lowdown on everything that happened at Hogwarts, but she wasn't going to ask some random fifteen year old to sit with her. She was trying to be confident, but that was something very different.

Maybe the middle section. On her bus, it was unassuming. The normal people sat there. The people who tried to do their homework, those who slept, those who listened to music. Maybe she could get a compartment to herself. Maybe then she could read the book that was on the summer reading list for school. She promised her friends that they would read them together, and even though she was going to a completely different school with completely different values, she was going to keep her promise.

She luckily found an empty compartment after some searching and slid inside, sitting down. She pulled out the book and set it on the seat, the bird on the front cover facing up at her.

12-28-2020, 05:09 AM	#10 (permalink)
burnbook Bundimun Join Date: Dec 2020 Posts: 23	As Killian boarded the train, she thought of the question her mother had asked her over breakfast this morning. 'Are you sure you want to do this dear?' It wasn't unkind, more of a cautioned note towards a daughter getting herself into something they didn't understand. Instead of answering, Killian simply stared at the cereal floating in her oat milk, contemplating the question herself. She could back out now, go back to sleep, and wake up as her normal self. She could play old music and sing it loudly until her brother threw a pillow at her door to get her to shut up. She could go shopping with her friends, and have sleepovers where they painted their nails. This was the year she was going to audition for select orchestra in middle school. This was the year her mother was going to allow her to wear blush. All of her plans were changing. Killian never actually answered the question. Instead, she drank the milk in her bowl and sat in the living room until it was time to go. She noted her mother looking her up and down twice, as though looking for any hole in her confident demeanor. Any sign that her daughter wanted to stay home. Apparently, Killian had hidden any doubts successfully, considering that she was on the train. Her mothers perfume, a sweet floral smell, remained on her light blue shirt and black and white scarf. She was on the train now. There was no turning back. If she wasn't sure about this before, she had to be sure about it now. Her feet were moving forward without permission from her brain. A new thought entered her brain; where was she going to sit? It was like choosing a seat on the school bus, it could make or break the ride. Her brown eyes scanned the compartments, making mental notes all of the while. Not the front. The front was the worst place on the bus to sit. Everyone looked at you when they passed. The kids who sat in the front on her bus were usually either nerds, or those who got in so much trouble the bus driver had to watch them. Besides, seats were filling up fast, all with kids older than her. It might be fruitful to befriend someone older, get the lowdown on everything that happened at Hogwarts, but she wasn't going to ask some random fifteen year old to sit with her. She was trying to be confident, but that was something very different. Maybe the middle section. On her bus, it was unassuming. The normal people sat there. The people who tried to do their homework, those who slept, those who listened to music. Maybe she could get a compartment to herself. Maybe then she could read the book that was on the summer reading list for school. She promised her friends that they would read them together, and even though she was going to a completely different school with completely different values, she was going to keep her promise. She luckily found an empty compartment after some searching and slid inside, sitting down. She pulled out the book and set it on the seat, the bird on the front cover facing up at her.