Lost

A girl rode the train alone and clutched a shiny pink folder to her chest. 

Inside were stories she found in her head.

Stories about a girl with lots of friends.

And an ocean you could breath in.

And trees you could live in.

And flowers that were candy.

And animals that talked.

And people with wings.

And fires you could taste.

And sun kisses.

And moon hugs.

And star dreams.

A boy from her school saw her and she hunched low trying to disappear.

"Hey fishface whatchu got?"

"Nothing." She held tighter.

"Ooooooo fishface gots something! Hand it over fishy fish."

"No. It's nothing."

"Hmmmm let's play a game fishfood. You like games huh?"

"I guess."

"You leave that on the train and we both get off. We go to the attendant and say you've left something on the train. If you get it back you win, if you don't I win."

"No thanks."

"Sorry fishbreath this ain't kickball. You can't just watch."