The Children’s Train

Hans stood with his rucksack outside the main hall in Dovercourt. Stephen fidgeted beside him.

“Since we’re obviously not cute enough to get a family, I figured we’d stay together here,” Stephen said.

“I could refuse to go,” Hans said.

Stephen shook his head. “Good luck with that. It didn’t work for Peter. Be glad you’re getting out of here.”

“What’s a hostel anyway?” Hans asked.

“I don’t know, but if it has heat and no horse meat, it’s better than this place,” Stephen said, and Hans laughed.

William arrogantly strutted by and nodded curtly to Hans and Stephen. They gave each other a surprised look, shrugged, and ran after him.

“William! Hey, where are you going?” Hans asked.

“Did they find you a family?” Stephen asked, unbelievingly.

“Me? No, I don’t do family very well. I’m almost nineteen. I’ve got my own business to attend to,” William said. “I’m taking the train out of here before they try to put me in a hostel.” He pulled a cap down on his head and walked away.

Hans and Stephen looked at each other.