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.