I wake with a start. I can’t see in the dark hotel room, but I hear something. A freight train rushing towards me at full speed, ready to knock me out. The bed I’m in is on top of the train tracks. If I want to survive, I’ll need to leap out of bed any second now. The train whistles are only getting louder as the seconds pass, but I’m too tired to get out of bed. I find the strength to lift up my head. I look over at the bed next to mine. It’s my dad snoring again.
Jane Silverman is a tenth grader from Larchmont, New York. She’s always loved writing and reading.