The Blue Sheets
I took the seat by the window, and the train began to pull away.
The scenery outside the window began to race away from me as I left the city I had lived in for eighteen years behind me.
I took out my phone and switched it on.
The moment the screen lit up, a flurry of messages bombarded my phone.
In the group chat named “One Big Happy Family”, Tracey posted a photo.
Mikayla, sitting in the front passenger seat of Ben’s car, held up a peace sign with a sweet smile.
Tracey: “Kaycee, have you boarded the bus?”