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.