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Okay, guys, here’s the train snippet that I have. I don’t know how to end it though (it’s technically a really, really rough sketch without the detail and stuff).

Any suggestions? (It’s also on the Google Doc)

I don’t want to go.

Wherever this train is taking me, I don’t want to go.

Mama used to tell me not to trust strangers. This entire train is full of strangers, of whining, screaming children who are going the same place I am.

My smudged face is pressed against the window, black streaks surrounding my nose like the friends I used to play with before Mama left.

They’re only shadows now. But shadows are monsters, aren’t they?

Sometimes I miss my monster friends.

I told her not to go when she wanted to. “Mama, don’t you care about me?”

She didn’t answer.

I thought Mama loved me, but I was wrong. If Mama loved me, she wouldn’t let me on a train that takes me away from her, would she?

I asked one of the older children the same question. He said Mama was gone now.

Gone? What does “gone” mean? Does it mean she won’t be coming back?

She has to. The train is scary– it spits smoke like those dragons in the storybooks. It runs on metal things, too, like roads but longer.

My older brother, Harry, said that you shouldn’t run from your problems. But can you jump? Papa used to jump from trees and branches and rocks and things. Mama said that he jumped too high from something and fell. There was a lot of red paint.

I think Papa liked the color red.

But I don’t like red. I like blue. Harry said if you jump from moving things there’ll more red paint than with Papa.

If I land safely, will there be blue sky instead?