It was freezing as we stood, waiting for the train to show up. I stare at the railings, remembering the part of my life when all I wanted to do was lay on them, and wait for a gigantic train to come.
I shake my head, and wrap my arms around Ryan's back, as he talks to some of the women he knew from the group home he used to be in. I watch the other boys, that the women had with them and grimace. Ryan wasn't one of these boys, these severely messed up, weird boys. I listen to them talk, about him going back to Juvie, and learn something new.
He might go to a group home 3 hours away... For a minimum of six months. Tears pricked my eyes as I listen.