Jesse Keller
Ghost train
Sun Sep 30, 2018 15:37

Jesse’s family had managed to get him to a magical Healer after the accident that had occured during midterm. His arm had been broken pretty badly, which Jesse had known because it hurt like the sun shone bright and Felix had been real nice to him the whole rest of the break. The Healer had said it was better to regrow a bone when it was all smushed like that than to fix it like when it was a clean break. The regrowing had hurt too, but it hadn’t taken all that long, and Jesse’s arm worked almost like normal the next day. It still felt sort of weak, like when you’d been lying on your arm too long reading, and then it felt heavy and it didn’t work right for a few minutes, except this was several weeks now and just sometimes something felt too heavy that shouldn’t, or Jesse got stuck trying to take his shirt off because his arm didn’t want to do the bending thing. It was a whole new bone, it was fine, it would sort itself out soon, but it was weird and awkward while he waited for that to happen.

At least back at RMI there was no Felix being nice to him (which was sort of a pleasant change but also sort of strange, like they were living in a mirror world, and Jesse kept waiting for other things to happen backwards, like sun setting in the morning, or milk flowing from his cereal bowl back into the carton), and there was Keith to share comics with and paint models with, lots of food to distract Jesse from his arm being unhelpful. His Grandma had always told Jesse that a growing boy had a growing appetite, and Jesse guessed she must be right because he was always hungry. He was steadily growing taller and still not really shedding and of the extra layer that his Mom had stopped calling puppy fat but only because she had neglected to comment on it altogether except to tut when Jesse needed to buy new jeans again (or new-ish, because most of his clothes were hand-me-downs from neighbors or else came from Good Will), but Jesse still did not think he was fat. He knew what fat looks like and that wasn’t him. He was stocky.

Whatever the correct descriptor for his build, Jesse was still hungry. He went into the Diner and then forgot everything. Not that he was hungry, that part remained true, but he didn’t know his name. Or where he was. Or the names of anyone else in the place that he was in. Or why he was with other people in an unknown location. There was a vacant seat at a table, right next to him, so he sat in it. The person opposite said, “Where the pineapple are we going?” in a high, squeaky voice.

He blinked once because the other boy had used bad language that he was unaccustomed to hearing. Then he looked about him. He had assumed he was in a room, because it didn’t feel like he was moving, but now he could see that the scenery outside was in motion. The place he had assumed was a room looked like a dining car. Some of the people seated around eating were wearing cloaks - or, no, they were more like robes. People wore robes for costumes sometimes. He looked down at his own clothes. Huh. He (really, what was his name? That seemed like a fact a person was likely to remember) was wearing robes, too. Jeans, worn sneakers, and robes that matched lots of other people’s. Most of the people were younger, like him, and like the other boy. He wasn’t wearing the robes, though, so maybe it was just a costume that some people were wearing and others weren’t? “It must be Halloween,” he said, certain that was a thing, and no idea if he had ever celebrated it before.

“Did I hit my head?” he asked the stranger abruptly. “I don’t remember getting on a train.” He was still hungry though, so he took up a piece of pizza, even though it didn’t have any pepperoni on, and started eating it.

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    • Ghost train - Jesse Keller, Sun Sep 30 15:37
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