I lost this one... never really felt good, but it is nice to have random things to develop.
Start Fiction:
Wendy stepped off the train, cautiously moving towards the crowd. There were more people on the platform than there were in her hometown; more than she had ever seen at once. She knew she was in for an experience, but at present it was a tad bit overwhelming.
"Take your bag, Miss?" a man asked. Wendy had no idea what he wanted to do with her bag once he took it, but there were others dressed like him lugging around bags, heading for what she assumed was the front of the station. A porter! She had heard of such men, but she assumed they were only for rich people, another type of servant. She smiled. "Miss?" he said.
Wendy looked down at her bag, griping the handle tight. She then looked at the other passengers who were handing their bags to other porters on the platform. She raised her arm and handed her bag to the man, "Thank you."
End Fiction.
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