Creative Writing: Chapter 17 In North Carolina

December 17 in North Carolina, 1989. I was sitting on an old beaten down bench on the North Carolina train station waiting for the train to arrive. It was quarter to six and I had just finished eating my sandwich. I close my eyes for a brief second and was woken by the loud “CHOO CHOO” the train had made when it came to a full stop. I picked up my suitcase filled with clothes, papers and a blank lottery which I bought on the station before boarding the train. It was a momentary decision, and to tell the truth, I was a bit ashamed to buy that ticket as it felt like I was desperate and hoped to attain the attainable.
I boarded the train clenching my suitcase and I desperately tried to find a compartment with no people in it. Finally, I found

“NO_NAME” the sign at the top of the compartment read. I was confused and decided to step outside to see where we had stopped. When I peered out of the doors that had just opened, I saw a train station I had never before. The station looked a little more modern than all the ones we had been to. It had a futuristic looking sign with a screen that read, “North Carolina -> New York 5hrs”. It also had a huge ceiling with glass panels that lit up the gigantic station with the glorious sun. The station also had an automatic gate that opened when the train stopped and when it did, I had only seen one man enter. I couldn’t really see what he was wearing as it all happened so quickly and I was also half asleep. Trying to get a closer look on the man, the train started to “CHOO CHOO” signaling that it was about to leave again. I quickly hustled back into the train and began to think about what I had just seen. I peered out of my train window to take another glance at the futuristic station once again, but was unsuccessful as the sun shot its bright ray of light and made it impossible to look outside without the

But then some crazy idea hit me and I decided to submit the numbers the odd man gave me. I wanted to start fresh and having that extra money could ultimately help me. After that, I decided to take a stroll around the city to find out what I would do for the next few years as I tried to find a new life for myself. I bought myself a small room in a hotel for the time being as I tried to locate a job.
I returned back into the stall where I handed my lottery ticket to and I was dumbfounded to see that the white man in the stall handed me a large briefcase full of money. I stared at him for a second and he simply growled, “Congratulations, you won the lottery”. I was still in shock as I had everything I needed to start up a new life. I had the money. I went back to my hotel and as I changed into my pajamas, I glanced at my old belt I used when I was a sheriff in an old town in North Carolina. It was then when it hit me. I wanted to be a detective. I quickly sent a resume to the nearest police station and luckily for me, they were looking for young and talented detectives as the station was fairly new and needed some