thejunkyardfaerie

It's been about four hours, I guess, since we've left London, and we're still not even close to there. To be honest, though, I've no clue where 'there' is. Only Bella, my older sister knows, and refuses to tell the rest of us. I take my gaze away from the rain-saturated landscape out the window, and glance across from me, where she sits now, staring at the stitching on the corner of her shawl as though it might attack her at any moment. I force myself into giving an ironic little laugh at that thought, just to make up for the total absence of noise inside the carriage. Bella glares up at me when I do so, although it can hardly be called a