tracks

I arrived at the railroad tracks out of breath. 

“I’ll hop a train,” I told myself. “And go wherever it takes me. I’ll find a new family and a new school.” 

Everything looked grey and dark; every edge appeared hard.

“This is life. It’s just how it is. Time for me to toughen up. Living in boxcars for awhile will do that.”

The sound of dress shoes crunching down on rocks startled me. “Hello, Johnny,” Mr. King greeted.

“You!”

“Yes,” he agreed. “Me.”

“Leave me alone,” I said.

“I want to help you.”

 

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