Precious Cargo

If two trains leave the station at 1:45 and are headed in the same direction…

“Let’s pop,” said Macy. She kicked my foot. “Common,” she said, “let’s pop.”

I re-read the problem from the chalkboard. Something about trains and traveling and direction and destination and destination and traveling and destination and direction. I put my name at the top of my page.

“I’m soooo bored,” Macy said. “This is like prison. This is worse than prison. In prison they have TV time.”

If two trains leave the station at 1:45 and are headed the same direction, but they are traveling for different reasons, and they have different types of cargo…

Macy kicked my shin. “I’m gonna pop,” she said. “I could do me some Judge Judy right now. In prison I’d be watching Judge Judy. It’s mad Judy time.”

I traced my name. Underlined it. Underlined it. Underlined it.

“One… two… three…,” Macy said.

If two girls leave the school at 1:45 and they headed the same direction just as fast as they can run, but they are traveling for different reasons, who will they be when they get there?