A nightmare journey

This Sunday afternoon I arrived at Zaragoza Train Station to go to Barcelona. There  were long queues. I had a head-ache. Fortunately, I had bought my ticket two days earlier, so I went straight to the platform. Before that I went quickly had gone to by a magazine, sweets and chocolates.

The train finally arrived and I  scrambled into my coach to get  my seat. I was lucky to get a good seat between the window and  an old pretty, good- looking, lady.   At last, the guard blew the whistle and the train moved. It was 19:30.  Soon, I got asleept asleep.

After about three hours or more, I slowly woke up, I noticed myself quite hot I felt as I had temperature . First I went to the toilet,  then I drank a glass of water.  When I came back something strange was happening.  I could realize that the passengers weren’t the same.  Suddetnly, Suddenly the train stopped. I couldn’t belive that!

My real nightmare was in real life, I was alone in Madrid (without mobile, no much money, at night!).  At the end,  I went to the nearest hospital and doctors visited me. No later my parents came to Madrid.

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