Printable Mexican Train Score Sheet Novels & Stories

QUINN I'd taken the train back and forth pretty often while Leo was at Carolina. It was cheaper than flying, and the station was more convenient than the airport, on both ends. Plus, the ride down gave me time to do homework and catch up on reading, freeing me up for fun while I was with Leo. I was familiar with both the routine of the rails and the route south.

The train jumped forward again, then lost speed. The whir of the engines ceased and the lights flickered off. The train slowed as the wind pushed against its speeding body. The passengers eased forward as the train decelerated. Alex gripped Lexi to her as the crates shifted on the car floor. People clung to each other and braced themselves on the crates. The train finally coasted to a stop and settled down on the rails. The ruins of a suburban area lay around them in the glinting sunlight.

Eventually, I passed out with the mutt snoring on top of me. ⸻ I managed to not think about Lena for an entire day. Then came the train ride two mornings later. The car was packed, and I was stuck standing, one hand gripping a metal pole. I scanned the passengers around me, which I rarely did, and for good reason—New York trains were full of the weirdest people alive. Then my eyes dropped to the floor. To a foot. A woman’s foot. With a feather tattoo. Bright red toes. My heart stuttered.

"What did you do? Why haven't I gotten mine?" I smiled. "Why are you asking me about your score?" One of his followers quickly jumped in. "It has to be in the top 50 in the state. They always delay those." I almost laughed. In my last life, my score really had been in the top 50. But this time, I had written everything in red ink. There was no way that was happening. Still, everyone bought it instantly and started congratulating Tyson in advance. He hesitated for a moment, then firecrackers went off outside.