Zehnaseeb

"Ugh! You stupid trunk! Come on, move, just a little bit."I wasn't even able to move it an inch. I pushed a strand of hair out of my face. Just then, a hand closed around the handle, just besides mine and with, seemingly, no real effort hefted the trunk on the train. I looked up at the face of my saviour. He had beady blue eyes and blond hair which suited his pale alabaster skin.