Chapter One: Gum on Her Shoe.
Rain spattered against the gold and blue train as it rattled along the rusty tracks.
Lillian Winter lay with her head on the window, her cheek pressed against the cold, hard, wet glass. Her cheek began to slip as the train rattled on.
Music blared from her bright blue ipod and obliviously she hummed along gracefully with the tune.
Her eyes opened slightly and she pulled her cheek away from the window. Rubbing the red mark that was now there, she sighed.Why was it that her mother had shipped her on a farm in the middle of nowhere for the summer. Yes, she did love her grandfather, but she didn’t want to spend a whole summer on a farm, who would.
The tiny screen on her ipod went blank, indicating that the song had ened.
She closed her eyes again, listening to the silence, waiting for the next song to play.
It was then between the break of the songs she heard the high pitched scratchy voice across from her "Kids these days."
Lily opened her eyes to look at the elderly opinionated women, staring at her.
She paused the song on her ipod before it began to play and with her voice groggy from dozing she said. "Excuse me?"
The old lady looked up from knitting her ugly booger green sweater, which looked identical to the one she wore.
"Oh nothing, dear. I was just thinking how rude it was of you to have your music up so loud, especially when some people have headaches." She touched her head briefly, indicating she had one and smiled sweetly.
Lily sat up a bit and glanced at the old lady, looking at her sweater she smiled wider.
"Well I think it's really rude for people to knit ugly booger green sweater's, especially when people have a not so rare ugly-booger-green-sweater-phobia." She said pointing to herself with the biggest sweet smile she could muster.
The old lady stared blankly with a surprised expression.
"Humph." She said going back to her knitting. "Getting ruder by the minute I see." She glanced up from her knitting and looked at Lily with an arched eyebrow. "Hasn't your mother taught you to respect your elders?"
Without even thinking a minute about a comeback, Lily replied smartly.
"Elders, yes, but she never taught me anything about ancestors, which, by the looks of it, your old enough to be."
The old lady stopped her knitting abruptly and stared at Lily with her slit like eyes. She stuck her nose up in the air and went back to her knitting.
Lily grinned and slouched a little more as she pressed play on her ipod.
Glancing at the old lady she turned her music up louder and let out satisfied sigh.
her head leaned towards the cool glass again, her blue eyes closed slightly as she listened to the melody.
Her golden blonde hair was pulled back in a ponytail so she wouldn't sit on it, due to the fact it flowed all the way down to her buttock.
Her bangs were pulled back by overlarged sunglasses so they wouldn't be on her face, they sometimes stuck to it when it was humid out, because of that fact that her face always got more oily then usual in the summertime.
Her long legs were crossed and the top one was bouncing along to the tune, making her white flip-flop slip off her foot.
She shifted her position to adjust the black belt on her black overcoat that was so long it gave you the impression that she has nothing on underneath.
She stretched her arms and legs and cracked her gum. She wrinkled her nose at the taste of nothing and the feeling of chewing on clay.
She glanced at the old lady and quickly took the gum out of her mouth.
Reaching her hand underneath the seat and stuck it next to the other pieces of gum that were already imbedded there.
Lily closed her eyes and leaned back against the hard seat.
The old lady watched her for a moment as if she were trying to decide weather she should keep her opinions to herself or say what she was thinking.
"So, dear, where are you headed to?" The old lady glanced at Lily and smirked, making her already dragon like nostrils bigger. "Hollywood?" She asked raising an eyebrow. She must have decided to say what she was thinking.
Lily's eyes fluttered open and she saw the old lady watching her. She rolled her eyes and paused the song.
"What?" she asked pulling her the ear buds out of her ear.
"I was just asking where you were going, Hollywood by the looks of your outfit." The old lady smirked.
Lily smiled sweetly but she was ready to strangle this old lady, why would she think she was going to Hollywood? Just because she was wearing nice clothes? Well where was she off to oz, if she only had some style.
"I really don't think this train leads to Hollywood." Lily said, picking up her earphones. She was ready to place them back in her ears when the old lady said.
"Well a girl like you cannot be going to stay in the country."
Lily let out an annoyed sigh, couldn't this lady shut up for just a minute and stop sticking her big, pig like nose into her business?
"Well I am." She said through gritted teeth.
The old smiled. "Really, where to dear?"
"On my grandpa's farm." Lily said grinding her teeth more.
"Oh, and where would that be?" The old lady asked Lily, her high-pitched voice going though Lily even more then it already had.
"In B.C." Lily said answering with the little patience she had left.
“Well I know that, dear. I mean where to in British Columbia?” Her Voice had a sense of pride when she said “British Columbia”.
Lily huffed and answered the question with impatience. “Ryan’s-river-road.” It was hard to get the words out from being so pissed off with this old bat.
“Oh, very good.” She smirked. She returned to her knitting.
Lily stared at the old lady waiting for her to say something else, after a minute the old bat looked up.
“Is there something you’d like to say?” She asked, stopping her knitting to stare at Lily.
“No.” Lily said shortly. She stared out the window and placed her earphones in her ear, skipping the quiet songs and going straight to the loud ones.
While she listened to a upbeat tune on her ipod, her foot bgan to bounce again, causing her flip-flop to come off completely. Reaching her hand down she picked it up and turned it over examining the back. It was then she saw the bright pink gum stuck smack dab in the middle of her best pair of thong toe sandals. She sighed and began to pry the gum off with her well-manicured nails. Having gum on your shoe is so annoying, just like this old lady; she was the gum on Lily’s flip-flop that wouldn’t go away.
That was the end of chapter one. There will be more to come I hope, tell me what you think, PLEASE!
, she sounds like a snob, and makes it hard to read.
