What Happens Happens

-July 13, 1884

Today, John and I were on the train to Topeka, Kansas. Our journey across the country is halfway done. In a way, I almost wish we were back at the beginning, starting over. That way we would be able to relive all of those fun times we have had, and, in my case, rectify my mistakes. But I'm also glad that can't happen for some reason. Probably because I know I'd do worse, if I had to start over.

A sharp jerk pulls me out of my thoughts and away from my journal, sending me lurching forward, and my pen flying off of the page, leaving an ugly blue mark trailing halfway across the page. "Are we there?" I ask John in confusion. At 24, he's my older, albeit adopted, brother; I'm only 21. Together, we had traveled through half the country, starting in our hometown of Portland, Maine.

"I'm not sure. Maybe we should ask the conductor." He suggests, glancing out the window. We were at the train station, but the train was still moving. 

Oh, well. What happens, happens.

Reviews

[WayOath]

True, true. Nice start. I mean, it's short but brings up key points of focus. It would be awesome by the way to travel different places, especially on a train ;P I mean, that would be out of this world fun. I wish I could do that.