Ella’s POV:

The train starts up, slowly, then faster. I sit down in my little booth and open up my new book, starting to read. Before I can even read the first paragraph, I see a pair of shoes in front of me. I look up and meet the orange eyes of a young boy. He cannot be more than 16 years old. His hair is pure orange and he is wearing a sky-blue sweater. To match the sweater, he wears a pair of ...