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.