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  1. PandaStories14 PandaStories14
    posted a quote
    June 15, 2012 2:01pm UTC
    Format by XxprettixX
    You know the Oxygen Masks on Airplanes?
    I Dont think there's really any oxygen in them
    ♥ ♥ ♥ think they're there to muffle the screams♥ ♥ ♥
    Format by XxprettixX Removal of this credit is punishable by death.

  2. PandaStories14 PandaStories14
    posted a quote
    November 20, 2011 10:56am UTC
    Escape
    Author's Note ,
    Hi There :)
    Now, I know not many people, if anyone, are reading my story.
    But,
    I'm sorry the last couple of Chapters have been a little rushed;
    I felt like the story wasnt realistic enough, I still think this now because,
    i Mean- why on this crazy lil' planet would a rich girl run a away from home?
    So, I've decided on re starting the story, giving it more depth so that it doesnt seem as Fake as it does now.
    I'm going to do some past flashbacks so that you get to know Antonelle better
    and know why she would run away from Home.
    x x x PandaStories14

  3. PandaStories14 PandaStories14
    posted a quote
    November 20, 2011 9:55am UTC
    nmf
    Oh Please,
    Keep on talking,
    I Yawn when i'm interested

  4. PandaStories14 PandaStories14
    posted a quote
    November 19, 2011 6:32pm UTC
    Escape chapter 17
    There was a stairway to my left, a huge oak door to my right and the hallway kept on going with doors sprouting out on both sides. It stopped after six doors on either side. Were they classrooms?
    “Now,” the woman smiled again as she pushed the big oak door open, “What’s your name?”
    “A-” I bit my tongue, I was about to say Antonelle, “Elle,”
    “That’s a pretty name,” she added before I walked into the room she’s walked into. There was a huge oak desk in the middle, bookshelves lined the walls.
    I sat on one of the chairs before the desk and she sat on a big black one behind it. There were painted pictures piled high on one side and paperwork on the other.
    Talk about diversity.
    “So, Elle,” she started, “Welcome to Shefton, now- you don’t have to tell me anything about your history that you don’t want to but why did you choose to study at Shefton?”
    I didn’t want to tell her anything about my history but her eyes dug into my mind; urging me to open my mouth and blab.
    “My dad was always too busy with work and left me to go away. Mum was with her... friends all the time so I never really saw her. I didn’t want to run away and live in the jungle or anything,” I stopped for breath, “So I Google searched Freeloading schools and found Shefton, at least I wouldn’t be by myself all the time and I’d be looked after,”
    I knew I’d just told this woman, who I didn’t even know, everything I hadn’t told anyone.

  5. PandaStories14 PandaStories14
    posted a quote
    November 19, 2011 6:13pm UTC
    Escape chapter 16
    I saw specs of light through some trees.
    They grew into rows of splodges, rows of rectangle lights then a building.
    The road swerved and turned into a driveway.
    I stopped jogging and started walking, letting in deep gasps of breath into my tires and cold lungs. I walked through some gates, wide open and then up to the huge double doors that lead into the building.
    Would I knock?
    My cold hand banged onto the doors, making a sound louder than I thought it would make. Was this really Shefton?
    I hadn’t really expected this; a big building.
    Maybe I’d come to the wrong place. I took a step backwards and thought about making a run for it, the other way, towards where Shefton would actually be.
    The big doors burst open and a woman with short black hair, glasses, big brown eyes and chubby cheeks looked down on me. She looked kind.
    “Ah,” she smiled as she adjusted her glasses and made room for me to walk through the door, “You must be our new student,”
    I closed my mouth and nodded, feeling a warm draft blow from inside the house and onto my cold body.
    I walked up the three stairs and into the hallway with the woman next to me.
    I was finally here. My new start.

  6. PandaStories14 PandaStories14
    posted a quote
    November 19, 2011 6:02pm UTC
    Escape chapter 15
    I felt my eyelids droop; we’d been driving for about an hour. It didn’t seem like we were getting anywhere.
    The car slowed down to a complete halt and my mind sharpened.
    Were we there yet?
    “That’ll be £38.62” the driver told me as he pressed a button on his dashboard.
    I dug into the side of my pocket and handed him a £50 note, I didn’t have enough time to get the change because it was so dark- I wanted to use what little light was left to get to Shefton.
    I jumped out, closed the door behind me and started jogging down the path, letting the car headlights show me where the dust track ended and bush started.
    My legs were stiffening with every step thanks to the cold gnawing at them.
    I knew I was further north than London but, dear God it was much colder here. The taxi driver reversed then did a U-turn, leaving me by myself.
    Alone in the Wild.
    I stopped jogging and let my eyes adjust to the dark, the trees and bushes turned black and the night sky started to brighten up.
    I started jogging again, hoping that the map in my head was correct.
    If it wasn’t then I might as well have been ready cooked for the foxes out there.

  7. PandaStories14 PandaStories14
    posted a quote
    November 19, 2011 5:36pm UTC
    Escape chapter 14
    My mind numbed as I fiddled around with the arm of my bag, what if the kids from Shefton knew about me?
    What if they said I couldn’t go to their school- I had parents, they didn’t.
    I bit my lip and looked out of the window; I didn’t want to have to turn back and go back to London.
    I wanted a normal life, a boyfriend that wouldn’t leave me for fake friends, teachers that didn’t give you straight A’s in everything because of your parents and I wanted to live somewhere different.
    In all my fourteen years of life I hadn’t lived in anything different than penthouses and mansions slap bang in the middle of cities.
    Shefton was on the outskirts of Sheffield, there would be real fields, real woods and definitely real people.
    The taxi driver started to slow down, the roads were getting bumpier and it was darker now.
    I’d arrive at Shefton in pitch black night; there were no streetlamps in the country.
    I shivered, there might not have been streetlamps but there were foxes and other animals
    Wild animals.

  8. PandaStories14 PandaStories14
    posted a quote
    November 19, 2011 5:06pm UTC
    Escape chapter 13
    I saw a taxi stop and walked over to it.
    It was cold; my legs were getting the full treatment from the icy air.
    I flagged a taxi, jumped in and asked him to drive me to Shefton Camp.
    He looked me up and down in his mirror.
    “You know Shefton’s miles away?” he asked.
    I knew it was; that’s why I’d taken all of my dad’s emergency money, the ride would cost around £40. I still had £56 left.
    “Sure,” I muttered.
    The taxi started moving and we drove through town.
    Sheffield was definitely less busy than London where you were stuck on the same piece of road for hours thanks to traffic.
    We were going fast, the people whizzed by in a blur. I turned back and saw the train station as a blur behind me, this was it.
    I had officially left my old life and I was a new person.
    What was I called?
    I tried out a few names in my mind;
    Jemima? No... How about christen? Hmm... no, Lauren? Laura?
    I let my mind play around a bit, I imagined being called Mango and Tom.
    After a few minutes I’d decided on a name; one that wasn’t too different from my current one but not the exact same.
    I’d settled on Elle.

  9. PandaStories14 PandaStories14
    posted a quote
    November 19, 2011 4:24pm UTC
    Escape chapter
    12
    I flipped the laptop shut and slipped it back into my duffel bag.
    I didn’t want any more chats with him.
    I didn’t want anything else from him.
    I sat backwards and lifted my hot chocolate and wrapped my fingers around the cup to warm them up.
    Was Shefton really as good as it sounded? I didn’t know and I wouldn’t unless I tried it out.
    I looked at my watch; it was 12.00, I would be in Sheffield in a few minutes.
    The fields thinned out and a few warehouses started to build up, they turned into houses, trees then a city.
    The train started slowing down and we stopped in the train station.
    I picked up my bag and cup of chocolate before squeezing past other people getting off; I didn’t want to be caught in a crowd.
    I stumbled off the train and half ran and half walked towards the exit.

  10. PandaStories14 PandaStories14
    posted a quote
    November 19, 2011 4:01pm UTC
    Escape chapter
    11
    I felt a tear sting my eye; even though Elliot had been a cruel boyfriend, I still wanted him.
    I felt like I was stupid, how many times had he cheated on me?
    How many times would I take him back?
    I took in a shaky breath and blinked away the tears-
    I was leaving all this heartbreak.
    A new message blinked on my laptop again.
    What? You never go shopping.
    Whatchya buying?
    Anyways, see you tomorrow; I’m going to play for the team.
    I left the ticket in your mail.
    Elliot.
    He hadn’t wanted to have another go with me.
    He’d just wanted to flog tickets for his stupid game.
    I felt myself go red with embarrassment; I really would have got off this train and gone back to him.
    Gone back to have my heart broken.
    Again.
    Cool,
    But don’t think I might be able to make it.
    Antonelle
    I replied.
    I definitely wouldn’t be able to make it; I would be in Sheffield, living my new life and enjoying it.
    Without him.

  11. PandaStories14 PandaStories14
    posted a quote
    November 19, 2011 3:28pm UTC
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    I Love them :)

  12. PandaStories14 PandaStories14
    posted a quote
    November 19, 2011 3:27pm UTC
    Escape chapter
    10
    I couldn’t answer the door; I was on a train to Sheffield.
    I didn’t know what to do. I took a sip from the chocolate and started sending him a reply; if I didn’t then he would think it was weird.
    I’m sorry, I’m out shopping.
    I won’t be back until ages, best go home.
    Antonelle. x
    I read it over one more time before sending it.
    My hand was burning from the chocolate so I flipped the little plastic table from the seat in front of me.
    I placed my cup onto it then waited for his answer.
    Please. Please, please don’t suss me out. I begged to myself as my heart barged against my ribcage; I didn’t want to go back to London.
    I leaned forwards and read his message again.
    Had he given up on Sophie? Maybe he wanted me back... maybe he was going to ask me out again.
    I took in a breath as the thought played around in my brain.
    I’d left Elliot just when he was going to ask me out.
    I’d just left my last chance of being his girlfriend.

  13. PandaStories14 PandaStories14
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    November 19, 2011 2:40pm UTC
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  14. PandaStories14 PandaStories14
    posted a quote
    November 19, 2011 2:05pm UTC
    Escape chapter
    7
    I opened my eyes and looked out of the window; the sky was a peachy red colour, it looked like the sky was on fire. I sighed before looking to my side. Nobody was sat next to me, I was alone.
    By myself.
    I dug into my bag and slipped out my laptop; what time was it now? I’d left at around 10:15, now it was 11:45. I was nearly in Sheffield, nearly at my new start. I sighed, rubbing me eyes; I was so tired, I’d used up all my energy running around with a duffel bag full of my wardrobe.
    The laptop bleeped as I opened Google and searched ‘Shefton Camp School,’
    I hadn’t really looked at the website; I’d just sent an email telling them that a new student would be arriving, pretending to be my dad.
    Shefton Camp School is a boarding school located on the outskirts of Sheffield. The Founder, Sir Benjamin Dunsford, believed that education should fit the child, not vice versa. The Current Head, Mrs. Jessica Dunsford, has had to defend the school from Ofsted who thinks that Shefton Camp is not a school and that children should not be sent there.

  15. PandaStories14 PandaStories14
    posted a quote
    November 18, 2011 7:46pm UTC
    Escape chapter
    7
    I squeezed through the closing train doors, my duffel bag dragging me down. My seat was near to the food area, next to a little window. I didn’t feel hungry; was I really doing this? I was wasn’t I?
    Yes... I started breathing more evenly as I looked out of the window, being re assured by the image of London speeding away from me.
    No- I was speeding away from London, too many people had sped away from me; dad and his holidays and Mom and her filming.
    It was my turn now.
    I wondered how mom and dad would react; mom wouldn’t be home until next week and dad would be gone for 3 or 4 months.
    The house would be empty for a whole week unless Michael or Elliot decided to have a visit around.
    I should’ve made up some story about going on holiday with dad before I left. It was too late now, I couldn’t see London anymore. I smiled; I would start fresh; no wannabe famous kids trying to use you as a stepping stone into the real world. Nothing like that, nobody would know about my parents.
    Nobody.

  16. PandaStories14 PandaStories14
    posted a quote
    November 18, 2011 7:30pm UTC
    Escape chapter
    6
    The taxi took forever to arrive, I was stood at the gates of the richest pad in London clutching a duffel bag and shivering like mad.
    I was surprised the neighbours didn’t call the police on me.
    When the taxi did come I jumped in, the driver recognised me instantly.
    “Ahhh!” he smiled, “Antonelle Gray,”
    I nodded, feeling really sheepish. I was running away and the getaway taxi driver knew me- just what I needed. He drove me to the train station, trying to make conversation about the weather, the new book my dad was releasing and the price of fuel.
    When we arrived at London Victoria I handed him the money then ran for the Ticket booths. I needed to be faster, people were starting to stare- I needed something to cover my face up with; sunglasses. Why on earth hadn’t I thought about sun-bloody-glasses?! I was scuttling around with a duffel bag; the security guards were starting to get suspicious and my train was practically leaving.
    I bought my tickets, grabbed my bag from the floor then stumbled down the escalators with the blood throbbing in my ears. I didn’t want to go back to the house, 1A Kings Street; I wanted to have a go at being a normal kid.
    No Fame, no backstabbing best friends and definitely no sucker boyfriends.

  17. PandaStories14 PandaStories14
    posted a quote
    November 18, 2011 7:08pm UTC
    Escape chapter
    6
    The taxi took forever to arrive, I was stood at the gates of the richest pad in London clutching a duffel bag and shivering like mad.
    I was surprised the neighbours didn’t call the police on me.
    When the taxi did come I jumped in, the driver recognised me instantly.
    “Ahhh!” he smiled, “Antonelle Gray,”
    I nodded, feeling really sheepish. I was running away and the getaway taxi driver knew me- just what I needed. He drove me to the train station, trying to make conversation about the weather, the new book my dad was releasing and the price of fuel.
    When we arrived at London Victoria I handed him the money then ran for the Ticket booths. I needed to be faster, people were starting to stare- I needed something to cover my face up with; sunglasses. Why on earth hadn’t I thought about sun-bloody-glasses?! I was scuttling around with a duffel bag; the security guards were starting to get suspicious and my train was practically leaving.
    I bought my tickets, grabbed my bag from the floor then stumbled down the escalators with the blood throbbing in my ears. I didn’t want to go back to the house, 1A Kings Street; I wanted to have a go at being a normal kid.
    No Fame, no backstabbing best friends and definitely no sucker boyfriends.

  18. PandaStories14 PandaStories14
    posted a quote
    November 18, 2011 6:37pm UTC
    Escape chapter
    6
    I grabbed the picture, slipped it out of the frame and slid it into a pocket on my bag.
    When I got there what was I going to do? I stopped thinking and decided to change clothes; I didn’t want to go somewhere else for a fresh start and be recognised because of my clothes.
    I ended up wearing a deep beige and black striped shoulder jumper, a black bodycon, a pair of black converse, an Ombre wool scarf, a cream slouchy hat and some black bracelets.
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    I grabbed my phone and looked at the time; 09:45 am. Shefton was near some fields on the outskirts of Sheffield; right now I was in London. It would take me hours to get there. It would cost more as well.
    I lifted my duffel bag and creaked into dad’s room; he always kept a stash of money under his Puma leather shoes, next to his bed- that’s how I would be getting to Sheffield.

  19. PandaStories14 PandaStories14
    posted a quote
    November 18, 2011 5:49pm UTC
    Escape chapter
    5
    When I got home I checked around downstairs for dad, he wasn’t there. I went upstairs and looked through all the rooms, empty. He was gone- wasn’t he? No goodbye or anything, he just left me here, no baby sitter or friends. No parents, no life. No nothing.
    I went into my bedroom, turned on my laptop and kicked off my muddy black ankle boots. I needed to get out of here now, before mom came back and right after dad left. I opened my bookmarked pages and found a school that looked like it would accept anyone; Shefton Camp School. I tried the name out few times, letting my tongue flick- I’d need to get used to it.
    It was my new life.
    I padded over to my walk in wardrobe and grabbed a duffel bag and started throwing in clothes, shoes and make up. I’d have to buy food later.
    I snapped my laptop shut and threw it on top of the clothes then zipped up, this was it. I was really doing this- leaving Michael, Elliot and Summer. Leaving mom and dad. I stopped frantically looking for things to add to my bag and looked over to the picture of the three of us on my desk. I couldn’t stop complete contact with them- they were my mom and dad. The reason I’d been brought into this world. And the reason my life had been completely ruined. But...

  20. PandaStories14 PandaStories14
    posted a quote
    November 18, 2011 5:25pm UTC
    Escape chapter
    4
    I looked around the wood- it was beautiful, little patches of moss on the stones. The trees were all leaning to one side and there was a small stream at the end of the patch of trees. I’d never been here before; I had only been living in London for a month or two so I hadn’t really discovered places like this. Little sanctuaries. Maybe if I had found one earlier, when Michael had blabbed about my dad’s newest story, when Summer had completely ignored me at the Valentine party and when Elliot had decided I wasn’t rich enough for him, then maybe- just maybe- I would’ve liked living here.
    But I hadn’t and I wouldn’t. I’d just have to find one at the new place I was going to. I didn’t know where I was going yet, I’d seen a few adverts and I’d heard whisperings about different schools but I wasn’t sure where I’d go. I’d have to check as soon as I’d got home.

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