I boarded the 10 o'clock train with great sorrow. Previously, I had another argument with my mother, just a few hours before I came to the train station. It had ended with Mum throwing a pillow, a glass and an old photo of Dad at me. I then screamed and sweared at her for breaking one of the only memories I had of Dad. Soon after, I had run out of the house, leaving all the trauma behind...

I found a seat inside the stuffy train and sat down. I looked around for the first time and realised that I was one of the two people on the train. The 'other' person was a girl, one or two years younger than me, with ash blonde hair and green eyes, almost a turquoise colour. She was staring hard at me. And I knew I was too. I knew what she was thinking. We both knew. It wasn't just a coincidence that her and I were the only ones on the 10 o'clock train. I looked wistfully at the package of Redskins that she was holding. I hadn't eaten in hours, since I had fled the house. "You want one?" the girl spoke loudly to me, chewing loudly on a piece of gum. I wasn't sure If I liked the sound of this girl.

But hunger had overridden me.

"Yeah, thanks!" I replied to her offer.

She leant over and chucked a Red Skin. I caught it. I peeled off the wrapper and chewed the hard sticky lolly hungrily. The girl eyed me with a smirk.

"You're hungry." she grinned wickedly.

"Haven't eaten since 5." I frown slightly.

"Don't worry, my Mum's anorexic so me and my sister only eat 2 times a day, lunch and dinner." her tone turned sympathetic.

"Gosh, food is literally life to me," I smile. " I couldn't handle your eating schedule."

"My names Destiny Hope Madonna James. But call me Carrie." She winces, embarrassed.

"Don't worry, I have a name longer than yours. Call me Tegan."

She laughs, faking a double take.. "Any name worse than mine, that's almost impossible!"

Carrie grabs her stuff and sits down next to me.

"My old school was awful." Carrie looks serious for a minute.

"How, were you bullied?" I ask.

"Worse," she sighs. "It was more that home issues were interfering at school."

"That's bad." I say, not really knowing how to comfort her.

"I worry about my Mum all the time. I don't know why she thinks I am the one with the problem." whispered Carrie.

"My Mum doesn't worry about me. Ever since my Dad died she has become a different person, almost a stranger." I reply, sadness creeping into my voice.

"I never had a Dad," scowls Carrie.

I didn't question what she had just said. It would be too personal and too deep to ask why.

But Carrie continued.

"I don't know who my father was. Apparently my Mum had a fling with a younger guy and when he found out she was pregnant, he left her." Carrie sighed heavily.

I definitely was NOT expecting Carrie to tell me something this deep. But maybe it was something she told everyone or something that was not deep to her.

"Why are you telling me this?" I said nervously, looking hard into her eyes, searching for at least one answer.

No emotion showed. Her eyes where as clear as water. She didn't answer.

For the rest of the journey, we were both silent.

It was then I knew.

Something was definitely up with Carrie.

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