Carlos arrived in England on a Monday. He had a new job in Manchester, and he was very nervous. At the train station in London, there were hundreds of people and dozens of screens. Everything was moving very fast.
He looked at his ticket. Platform nine. He ran to the platform and jumped onto the train just before the doors closed. He found a seat by the window and took a deep breath. He did it!
The train left the city. Soon there were green fields, small villages and lots of sheep. Carlos smiled. England was beautiful. After two hours, a woman with a trolley came past. "Tea or coffee?" she asked.
"Coffee, please," said Carlos. "How long until Manchester?"
The woman looked confused. "Manchester? Love, this train is going to Brighton. Manchester is in the north. We're going south."
Carlos's face turned red. He was on the wrong train! He wanted to cry. His new boss was waiting for him at three o'clock.