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I stop breathing. My mouth closes at an instant as I keep the air trapped inside my body. I listen. I block out the running of wheels on tracks and listen to the silence. This silence weaves its way in and out of the surrounding paddocks making a cycle which always comes back to me. I let out a deep sigh and begin to breathe normally again. I look out the carriage window only to see the sun shining at its brightest providing warmth to the earth down below and a bright blue travelling across the sky for miles and miles with not a white cloud insight. I let out a yawn and in a flash the world around me falls into a haze and I descend into a deep sleep.

I slowly rub my eyes and I awake to a bright light. My eyes adjust and fall to my watch where I see the time is 11:37am; I slept for about an hour. I’d been counting the time ever since I got onto this train at 9:30am and it was safe to say I’d be there in a couple of minutes. There is home, well a home for 10 years. Beotkkot to be exact, just like the flower. In my opinion it is the best town anyone could ever live in. You can’t really describe it for its beauty radiates more than any words. Although I haven’t been there for eight years, I doubt it has changed at all. I imagine kids still frolic among the grasses. The little girls would spend hours picking flowers which they’d make into crowns and necklaces whereas the little boys would spy behind trees waiting to scare the daylights out of them.

Nature shines the brightest in Beotkkot where our main attraction is of course the cherry blossom but we have plants of many shapes and sizes and a truly outstanding lookout that will leave you gasping for air. However my most favourite part of Beotkkot is the amusement park, well the merry go round. My mother and father use to always take me when I was younger and when I got older I use to ride my bike down there every week. It was stunning. It was filled with bright lights and magical horses that would keep all the secrets you told them. I went there when I was happy, sad, angry, basically any emotion I had felt that day. Being gone for eight years I’m looking forward to spending a whole day just sitting on Caroline, my favourite horse, and tell her what’s happened to the girl she once knew.

The wheels began to move at a slower pace and I knew we were really close. My heart began to beat faster. “Heart can you slow down a little, you’re making me feel nervous.” The train stopped and I grabbed my luggage and made my way out of the carriage to the exit. As I walked closer to the exit I heard a hubbub which really confused me for the station was never super busy. I stopped and looked out gaping with astonishment. There were definitely people, a lot of people. The station looked as if it had a complete transformation but looking at it again it was still the same, it just had an extension. I quickly got out of my trance and got off the train. I pulled my bag along and walked towards the entrance. As much as it was noisy I couldn’t help but here the sound of a child crying. I turned to my left and saw a little girl no older than the age of five with drops of water streaming down her face. Her mother seemed to be cross with her, giving her the silent treatment. A smile caressed my face as I made my way to her. I could see her pointing to what seemed like a cart filled with lollies of all sorts, assuming she wanted them but her mum didn’t let. I bent down and caught her watery eyes to which she quickly grabbed the hands of her mother. From then on I recited her a poem of mine.

 

Darling, darling please don’t cry, 

Don’t remind the gods of the dark, grey skies 

For every drop or tear the ground collects 

The closer the earth and heavens connect

Don’t let the gods hear your great big wail 

For boats across the seas will find it harder to sail, 

Don’t let them see your face with gloom 

For the whole wide world may begin to feel their doom

Allow the gods to see you smile, 

A smile that’ll carry on for miles and miles 

Permit them to see your joy and glee 

As your dance around the big old oak tree

Remember the gods have control over the earth’s fate 

Where the gods may change it on this very date 

So turn that frown upside down and 

Remember you wear the golden crown

 

As I finished the poem her eyes still contained what seemed as buckets of water but she managed to stop crying. Instead she whimpered but still had a frown on her face. I looked her in the eyes and told her “You’re one very tough girl to please,” and to that I handed her a lollipop I was going to eat. Her face instantly lit up and her frown turned into a great big grin. I got up and her mother thanked me to which I rolled my eyes and mouthed the words, “Kids.”

I walked around the station for a bit and it definitely had an extension. It was indeed larger than before but they still kept the old station which I enjoyed because it felt like home. Getting around wasn’t a walk in the park, it was insanely crowded and I have to say I wish I’d never say the words ‘excuse me’ every again. When I finally walked around the station I once knew I made my out and boy was it tough. I looked around to see if there were any bikes I could hire to ride back but there seemed to be none. I found this awfully strange as bikes were our main form of transportation. I called on a taxi and we soon drove off. Maybe Beotkkot really had changed and I was too caught up in my own life to even realise.

 

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First chapter up, YAY. uhhh it's probably really boring ... I'm sorry but it kinda gives you an intro but it's really brief. yeah ... it looks really short but i wrote quite a lot of words but i realise why. It's because i personally write in paragraphs and it's not set out like normal fanfics but meh. you're suppose to write in paragrpahs anyway. so um i hope you like it !!1!11!!