I wrote a book! Here is chapter 3. Please read chapters 1&2 before this one.

Chapter Three

Train

Memow and I were on our way to the train station. It wasn’t that far away from our home.

“Wait… Where the heck are we going???” Is most likely what you are asking right now. I have come up with a scheme. A magnificent wonderful brilliant  scheme. I am going to take a train back to my old house in Biddeford, Maine. Unfortunately, I am currently in Columbus, Ohio. My family moved here because of my dad. We could no longer afford the rent on our house. You probably don’t feel like crying, so onward and upward with my tale.  When we finally finished Our quest of eternity, my arm was just about ready to fall off. My bag was so flipping heavy!

“Ticket please,” said Troy. his name tag had a big smudge of grease (at least I hope so) on it.

“Certainly!” I said with a smirk on my face. I pulled out my ticket and handed it to Troy. He examined it closely.

“Hmm,” his deep voice boomed as if it were a cannon being blasted at full force,”This multipass expired twenty-nine years ago,”

“Hehe,” I muttered. I pulled another pass out of my pocket.

“Grrr… I don’t know what the heck you’re tryin’ to pull kid, but it ain't happenin’!” He exploded out of his gaping hole of a mouth, kinda like fire out of a dragon’s. He through the ticket at me. It expired May 26th, 1892. I didn’t know this train existed back then, let alone sell multipasses.

With his hand on his face, clenched around his eyes in a mental pain as he said

“Look kid, just give me the money and we’ll be on our way.” I looked in my pocket. I only had a measly thirty-five cents. I handed it to the big burly man named Troy. He stared at the mony in his hand in an unsettling manner. He began to chuckle, then laugh. He placed the moola in his pocket. He seized me by the hand and dragged me to the front of the station.  I considered screaming, but I figured it wouldn’t help the cause. I didn’t want Troy to be even madder at me than he already was.. I didn’t know if he would break my arm or what.

“And stay out ya little punk!” yelled a disgruntled Troy.

“Okay!” I said with a smile as he tossed me away. I didn’t really mind it. I had a backup plan. a plan “B” so to speak. We were going to stow away. I know I know, that that is illegal, but those people in the movies do it all the time and don’t get caught. I’ve never done it before, but how hard could it be? There was one of the train boxes that had open sides and was full of hay and boxes. That was my target…