A/N: Another Ed ficlet, two drabbles. More probably to come. Enjoy and review!

Train Station

Oh inconsistent me
Crying out for consistency
-Relient K.

The children crowded around me, shoving me into Peter's back. I could hear the train whistle, smell the steam.

But I could not see.

I tried to push past Susan and Lucy as the train rocked into motion. Mothers where calling goodbyes, and I could see the girls' arms moving to wave.

But I could not get out. I could not see Mum one last time, and I could not wave. They would not make room for me.

I managed to stick my nose out and move my cramped fingers, but I do not think Mum saw me. I could barely see her around my siblings' bulk. Then the station was behind us, and the mothers' calls faded.

I squirmed away from my siblings, not wanting to be close to them any longer than I had to. Determinedly I stuffed down the homesickness already burning in my chest.

Brushing off my sweater, I followed Peter toward our room.