The back of the train. It was where the cool kids liked to go. Just like on school buses. The "cool kids" went back there too. Of course, that was Chances reasoning behind heading to the back part of the train. He was here to make some friends, and where else was he going to make friends except the back of the train??

Scooting past a firstie, and ducking a flying paper bird, Chance slid into a seat at the back. He looked around and didn't recognize anyone he knew. Putting his feet up in the seat in front of him, he noticed he had grown a few inches over the summer. He was almost 6 ft now. It was crazy! His skin was tanned from his summer backpacking across America, and he was ready for the term. Bring it on!

Chance relaxed knowing If he sat here long enough, a familiar face or a new friend would pop up sooner or later.