The Start of Something New - Chapter 2: The Train
#2 of The Start of Something New - Drafts
I walk down the isle and choose a seat near the back of the train and sit down. Since all the seats looked comfy it was a tough choice. Sitting down, I said to myself "This is the start of something new," and looked down at my ticket then back out the window. This is my final goodbye, I said in my mind as I saw someone else get a ticketTop of FormBottom of Form. She, just as myself, was very distinctive with her fur. She had blue fur on all the body of her that I could and also rather long ears. As she headed towards the train she looked scared, just as I did, as she looked back.
Upon her arrival onto the train, I heard the golden lab conductor say to her what he said to me.
"It's okay, I still remember when I first stepped on this train too."
I wondered if he had to say that to all the newcomers who step aboard the train, but nonetheless it makes people relax, just as I did, and just as she did. As she boards the train I give her a little smile, and a nod. Funnily enough, even though she looked more or less relaxed when she boarded the train, she looked relieved to notice that I there was someone else who was like her.
"Celeste?" I ask dumbfounded, "you too?"
"Yup," Celeste replies duly.
I sigh and go to the toilet. When I return about five minutes later, I see that the train has filled up even more, not to hugely, just with about four or five others, but it's still a large number if you think about all the people in the world who aren't anthropomorphic creatures, it is quite large. I go back to my seat, and move my duffel bag to the floor as I saw another girl walk onto the train. She looked just like me in every way! Except for one aspect, no wait, may be two, here eye's were a deep and dazzling grey, and she was a female, obviously.
For the first time this whole day, I feel like something good has happened.
"Ooh," I hear a singsong voice behind me as they give me a sharp jab with their finger, "someone's in love!"
"Oh shut up Celeste," I say playfully as I grab her finger and twist it lightly.
The funny thing was about the Vixen that just stepped onto the train, was that she didn't seem phased at all.
"Huh?" I ask, almost inaudible, "she seems completely fine!"
"Who seems completely fine?" I hear a voice, not like Celeste's high-pitched tone, one which sounds almost like velvet it was so soft, which stirred me from my thoughts.
"Oh!" I exclaim as I see that it's the vixen, "um... I was saying how you don't seem to regard the fact that you're a fox. How you seem that you're completely fine with it all."
"I'm far from fine," She laughs, "in fact, I'm fine because that's how I appear when I'm having a mental break down."
After talking with her four seven and a half minutes, I found out that her name is Vicki, but she preferred to be called Vix, and that she was fourteen too.
I feel the train jolt and I look at the clock that's inside the station, 6:45 am, it read. As the train was just pulling out of the station, I saw a figure at the entrance, this time a human; that's why this train arrives, and leaves so early, people aren't around at those times.
The train has had a flat ride without any bumps for ten minutes. I recognised the rout because when I was younger I always took this rout to go to my grandparents' house. The train took a sharp turn, throwing Vix into me, a turn that can't be seen, confused, I look out the window, and see a large gaping hole in the ground. I looked nervous, I guess anyone who was looking out of the window right then would have been, because when I look up past my snout I saw that the time read 6:55 am. Then the train went full speed into the hole.
It was quite a steep drop down into the earth. Vix grabbed my hand as the train gathered speed. I was surprised when she didn't let go immediately afterwards. It was odd for me, girls never wanting to approach me when I was a human, and now a really cute vixen was clutching onto my hand. I think I might just get used to this I smile at the thought. The train kept going down, not slowing at all, flashes of light darting through the small train windows at irregular intervals, and then it stopped. 7:00 am. A rather small jolt compared to the speed that the train was darting down.
"I guess the people here are tight on schedule," I suggest to Vix.
"Hah," She giggled, "I guess so."
Just then, a rather tall woman, who, I would say, is a leopard, stepped on board. She started saying something, but I didn't pay attention, I was just trying to take in all that has happened in the half hour I have been awake. I mean, half an hour, and all this... this is way too much for a fourteen year old to handle!
As they say, there's always a light at the end of the tunnel, and my light, my beacon of hope, is the girl sitting next to me. Vix. As I pretended to pay attention to the leopard speaking to the whole train, I was studying Vix through the side of my eyes.
Her body markings were amazing; she had lines under her eyes, which resembled French curls. Her fur was shimmering in the fluorescent light, come to think of it, probably everyone's fur was the same, we are all new to this, and so is the fur.
To a human, this would only happen in their wildest dreams. To be quite honest, I wouldn't be very surprised if my alarm clock went off right now telling me to go to school. I let out a long sigh, which is surprisingly loud and every person turns to face me.
"Is there something you want to say?" The tall woman asked me looking like an annoyed teacher.
"Sorry," I say quietly, looking directly at her. "I'm just trying to take this all in."
All the heads that are in my field of vision seem to nod in approval. We're all going through the same thing, so no disbelief in that section.
"I guess so," she said seeming to be less displeased towards me. She walks down the isle handing out little pamphlets of which regarded some of the basic rules and safety of this place. 'The Underneath' it was called. There were some pictures on the back of the brochure showing some of the facilities that The Underneath has to offer.
There are many whistles, and murmurs from intrigued anthropomorphic creatures.
"Where do they get their money for this?" I ask myself in admiration.
"Funnily enough," the leopardess, who must have heard what I said, start to say; "your government supplies us with money to add, and to maintain, this facility!"
I stand up, a little impatient, with my duffel bag wanting to see where I'm going to live for the rest of my life.