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It couldn’t be… we… we shoved him over!

“Chris, someone’s following us! And… and… I think... it’s JORDAN!” I yelled. Kaylee looked up and saw what I saw. A person with blonde hair and wings strapped to his back. I gulped. It was Jordan. Somehow he lived. Somehow he had gotten to land… somehow.

“Chris, speed up!!” I ordered as I kept my eye on Jordan. He was flying right above us. I quickly closed the top of the Corvette and kept my head out the window. Jordan seemed to keep his eyes straight ahead of him.

“Um, Chloe,” Molly muttered.

“Molly, not now,” I replied, but kept my eyes on Jordan.

“Um, Chloe,” Chris said.

“MY GOSH NOT NOW!” I yelled and turned to see what was wrong. The car… we were approaching a train station and about to crash right into the platform if we didn’t turn soon. I looked at the train speeding along the track. We wouldn’t be able to get on this train! Or could we?

“Chris, use that ramp to jump into the open train cart!” I exclaimed. In about 30 seconds there’d be a train car with a door open and a ramp that would line up with it.

“Chloe are you INSANE!” Molly screeched and practically jumped into Kaylee’s lap. The train car was almost about to line up.

“Chris, wait,” I said. 10 seconds.

“Um, Chloe, hurry this up!” Chris ordered, nervously. My heart pounded against my chest, anxious to give the signal.

“NOW!” I yelled. Chris gunned the gas, and we sped to the ramp, up to ramp, and flew off smashing onto the bed of the train. The whole time Molly screamed her lungs out, and then when we crash landed, she froze into place, which was on top of Kaylee’s head. (I mean not literally, but you get the idea.)

“Wow. Chris you did it!” I complimented in disbelief. (My disbelief was that I was complimenting him.) Chris smiled, and opened the car door and hopped out. I got out from the other side and looked around the train car. It looked like it hadn’t been used in over a century and had boxes pile up in the corners. Everything was covered in a thick layer of dust and dirt. I noticed a big tarp on top of the boxes.

“Hey, Kaylee we should cover up the car,” I suggested, expecting her to answer.

“Kaylee?” I asked aloud and realized she hadn’t even made it out of the car. I opened the door to see Kaylee trying to pry a scared Molly off of her. I rolled my eyes, and grabbed Molly’s arm and tugged. Apparently, she wasn’t holding on that hard to Kaylee, because she fell right out of the car and onto the ground.

“OH PRECIOUS GROUND, THE GROUN-!” she yelled, but Kaylee quickly covered her mouth.

“Molly, you need to be quiet! There are probably 10 cars of people on this train who would gladly call the cops to have stowaways arrested!” Kaylee seethed. Molly gave a nervous laugh. I grabbed the tarp and Kaylee helped me cover the car.

“Hey guys, come check this out!” Chris yelled excitedly. We all ran over to him to see a box full of fancy server outfits.

“Wow! More dress up!” Kaylee and Molly squealed in unison. I rolled my eyes and inspected the clothes. I got an idea.

“Guys, I know what to do! Kaylee, Molly you guys are going to wear the waiter outfits and Chris and I will wear the fancy ones,” I blurted. Kaylee and Molly’s happy smiles faded to horror.

“Wear those RAGS! Uh, uh NO WAY!” Molly snapped. She folded her arms. I folded mine.

She stared.

I stared back. She kept staring until I stared her down. She groaned.

“Gosh, fine!” she pouted. I smiled and handed Kaylee and Molly their outfits. Kaylee noticed Molly’s sad face.

“Hey, they're not that bad! They’re sky blue, and these skirts are cute!” Kaylee exclaimed, trying to find something good about the dusty outfits. Molly managed a weak smile. I closed the huge sliding door and flicked on the light. The girls went to change behind the Corvette. Chris and I went through the boxes to find fancy outfits.

“So why are we the fancy people?” he asked. I rolled my eyes.

“Because I have a plan!” I snapped back. He huffed and pulled out a tuxedo.

“How about this?” he asked. The tuxedo was black with a white dress shirt and a gold tie.

“I mean I always look good, but this makes me look sharp!” he joked, loud enough for

Kaylee to hear. I heard a giggle from behind the car. I rolled my eyes. I looked at the dresses trying to find a decent color. Light pink, pink, hot pink, dark pink, magenta, pink, pink, PINK!!! Why was there only PINK!!!! Did Pinkalsious and Barbie go on tour or something?! Chris chuckled, and I socked him in the arm.

“Would you shut up?” I exclaimed and finally found a dress. Of course, it was PINK!! ARGH!!! I put on a wig that I found(red and shoulder-length).

“Hey, Pinkolisous, you want some pink heels with that?” Chris laughed. And oh, if Kaylee wouldn’t have jumped on top of me I would’ve shoved him off that train right then and there! We were finally dressed (Molly was still complaining!) We opened the door to look down at a fast-moving train track. The other train car was about five feet away.

“Okay guys we’re gonna have to jump,” I noted. Molly gulped. I took a deep breath and took a big leap. I almost snapped my ankle and fell backward. The rest of us made it across safely.

“Okay, I think it’s safest if Molly and Kaylee go in and say that… I don’t know… some famous person’s kids are coming. And then we’ll make our grand entrance,” I suggested. Molly and Kaylee nodded.

“Fine by me, as long as I can make a dramatic entrance,” Molly implied, and before I could protest she burst through the door.

“EVERYONE ACT NORMAL!!!! Jason CRISP’S kids are here so DON’T FREAK OUT!!!! NOBODY FREAK OUT!!!!!!” she screamed. I rolled my eyes. Here we go. Great, I had to be the kid of an elite fashion designer. Woohoo, more PINK! Jason Crisp’s last line was called Pink!! I put on my act and shoved passed Chris through the door.

“Would you MOVE it you big TROLL!” I exclaimed as I walked through the door. People whipped out their cameras and started to snap a buttload of pictures. Chris tumbled through the door. The ticket master walked up to Kaylee and Molly.

“And vat are zee? Not in zee kitchen! Go go, shoo, shoo!” he snapped in his french accent and pushed them both out the door. Then he turned to us. He looked us up and down unapprovingly.

“And who do you think you two are?!” he snapped. I dropped my jaw. Time to get into character.

“Well excuse me! You don’t know who we are! Have you been under a rock your whole life? My dad is world-famous! He designed clothes for the most famous. Like the band Tidal Wave? You probably never even heard of them either have you!!? WELL HAVE YOU!!!” I yelled in his face. He stood there stunned.

“Um… um… right this way, madame, sir, right this way to the finest seats,” he stuttered. I did an over dramatic eye roll, followed him. Chris laughed behind me. I slapped him, and he stopped laughing. The ticket master took us past three train cars to the one upfront. OMG WAS THAT TAYLOR SWIFT SITTING THERE!!!? Oh wait of course it’s just one of those normal people who look like famous people. Doppelganger was it? He took us to seats like booths at a restaurant covered in red velvet with a table that could fold into the wall.

“Anything I can get for you, monsieur, madame?” he asked as politely as possible.

“Yeesh, dude I haven’t even got a menu!!” Chris snapped. The guy’s eyes went wide and he bowed clumsily and said,

“Yes sir, right away sir!” The man scurried away. I laughed and set my head down on the table.

“I can’t believe this is working!” Chris whispered. I laughed again and then walked out Molly looking like a disaster.

“Get me… OUT OF HERE!!!” she whisper-yelled and handed us menus. She had food in her hair, on her apron, on her shoes, on her face. What did she do? Food fight already? She glared at me then walked away. I picked up the menu to see that for celebrities things were free. Good to know, all you can eat buffet tonight! I scanned the menu, and noticed something weird:

The Regal Train

Lunch/Dinner

Pot Roast-a slowly cooked roast covered in out best gravy

Spaghetti-authentic Italian spaghetti made by our Italian chefs

BLT-Cooked to your liking bacon, w ith fresh tomato, and lettuce between your choice of bread

Fish and Chips-authentic Alaskan cod, cooked in our special beer batter, and with our deep-fried to perfection fries

Ask your server for specials

Dessert

Creme Brulee-a decadent vanilla custard with perfectly roasted sugar on top topped with your choice of fruit

Ice Cream Sundae-a sundae with up to three scoops of your choice of ice cream, topped with up to three toppings of your choice, all in a crystal bowl

Triple Decker Chocolate Cake-enjoy this moist rich cake, with alternating layers of white chocolate frosting and dark chocolate and milk chocolate

Something was off about this menu

“Chris hand me a napkin!” I snapped. He quickly looked around for one but came up empty-handed. I grabbed his wrist and a pen I had on me and began to write furiously.

“Ouch! I don’t want a permanent tattoo!!” he snapped back. Suddenly Kaylee appeared out of nowhere.

“Hey, K.I.D.S member in the aisle next to you two seats back,” she whispered as she put down an unordered creme brulee and ice cream sundae. Chris smiled and began to dig in. I took his arm back to read what I had written.

Run now Get off the train now

I looked back at the menu, and scanned the letters. A few selected letters were underlined, to make the message above.

I gulped and looked where Kaylee told me too. There sat a guy facing us eating spaghetti messily. He was huge. He had broad shoulders and bulging muscles. A wispy mustache caught his spaghetti. I gulped. He looked right at our table. Kaylee was on our aisle still and went a few tables down. I took a deep breath.

“Chris, don’t look but 5 o’clock is a K.I.D.S member. We need to get off now,” I ordered with urgency in my voice. Chris looked in his direction, but I dug my nails into his arm.

“I said don’t look, stupid!” I seethed. Chris and I casually got up and began to walk past. The man sprang up and grabbed Chris. The passengers screamed and Molly came rushing through the door. I kicked the guy and he released Chris.

“Let’s get outta here!” I blurted and we ran. We ran through all the train cars, the man chasing after us, my wig flying off, shoving people out of the way and food flying every way. The French ticketmaster was after us too.

“Zeez are not zee Crisp kidz! Seize them!” he called. They chased us through the train cars until we came to the door. I flung open the door, teetering on the edge. As I fell forward, barely caught myself and landed on the opposing platform. I flung open the door and ripped the tarp off the Corvette. I hopped in and Chris, Kaylee, and Molly in right after me.

“Now what?” Molly asked nervously. I looked at the GPS to see where we were about an hour’s drive from the Empire State building. I don’t know why-probably because he’s a) stupid and b) adreline rush, but Chris gunned the gas, sending us through the train car, and CRASH!