The Train

     Dear Diary, 

In the simplest words to put my thoughts on paper I am going to write the story of my life in my brand new journal. It is one of the only pleasure items I have now that I have  left Pleasantview. Have you ever smelled the smell of freshly sharpened pencils or brand new pencils? I can’t wait until I have my beautiful home in Riverview and I can smell that instead of these horrid train smells. The train smells like a cross between pipe smok with rotted food and old leather with cologne. But now it seems that the rotted food smell is fading and now it smells….. I don’t know, fond perhaps; like my father’s old jacket before he went crazy and left.