Ch 2 of The Clash

So I finally got back to writing this, I have had my notebook with my story in my car for ages and finally got it out.


"One ticket to Erwin" "Both ways or one?" I had never thought of it before, do I want to even come back? "One way please." "That will be five dollars then." I handed him the five dollars and took the ticket. With my luck the train had just rolled in to the station. I got on to the train, put away my luggage, and took my seat. I looked around, being that it was nine o'clock it was pretty dead. It was a 6 hour ride to Erwin then I would have to drive the rest of the way to Elizabethton. My seat was in the back of the train car where the seats faced each other. Right before the train was about to leave a man came stumbling in and sat in the seat facing me and his luggage flopping to the ground. Great a drunk that is all I need right now.
"No one is sitting here right? Ma'am?" "What? Oh no, no one is sitting there." so maybe he isn't drunk then. "Glad to hear it, my name is Henry." He was a taller man from what I could tell, he had strawberry blond hair with a scruffy looking beard. He wore a plaid shirt and ripped blue jeans. His eyes were something like I had never seen before, so warm and inviting yet they seemed as if the could look right through you. The color was even more astounding, they were a light green almost gray with a deep evergreen border around them. "Uh this is usually when you introduce yourself." "Huh what? Oh sorry. I am Aubrey." "Well Aubrey where are ya from?" "Nashville, and you?" "Actually right outside Nashville I worked on my parent's farm," oh a farm boy huh? "so where ya heading Miss Aubrey? If ya don't mind me asking?" "Oh I don't mind at all, I am heading to Elizabethton, well Erwin and then to Elizabethton. How about yourself?" "Me? Well I am not too sure, you see this was a last minute decision for me. I am heading to Erwin as of right now, but from there I am not sure," Oh so he isn't a planner, not too surprising. "I guess I will just try and find a good college and try my hand at country singing." "So you sing then?" "Well sure, well never in front of anyone." "So that is why you left the farm?" "Yes, that and me and my folks don't see eye to eye. They want me to take over the farm and it is hard work and I enjoy it but it just isn't for me. But I guess a city slicker like yourself wouldn't understand that." "A city slicker like me?" "Well yeah, just look at ya. Your hair is all fancy like, your clothes look like something out a magazine, and you seem like ya never worked a day in your life." "Well at least I have proper grammer, you, you hick!" I got up and sat down on the other side of the isle. How dare he talk to me like that.