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It was around noon when he boarded the train, he was on his way.

He let his long light brown bangs fall in front of his ice blue eyes and felt delighted, he'd done it! He'd finally escaped!

The train headed against London, and he would be there in around three hours.

The nervousness ran through him, he was on his own now.
A 16½ years old boy, alone in London, and he preferred it that way, everything was better than living with his family, more specific his father.

For a long time now, he'd prepared himself to run away from home, and for over an entire year he'd been saving money and investigated his possibilities.
He'd taken every job available, and he'd worked hard to get to the point he'd finally reached now.

After about an hour a female conductor walked through the train, she smiled at him when it was his time.
"Can I see you ticket?" she asked him in a light voice.
He nodded and put down his book before he started searching for the ticket.
When he finally found it he gave it to the woman with apologizes and gave a vague smile, she checked the ticket quickly and gave it back to him with an annoyed expression shown before she left him.

He let out a sight and looked at his belongings, in his search for the ticket he'd manage to get all of his belongings spread aft his seat and the one next to him, not that it was a lot.
All he'd brought with him was two pairs of skinny-jeans, his favourite t-shirts, a pullover, an extra pair of shoes, a book, his CD-collection, his lion and a bracelet he'd received from his older brother before he got his own place.

When he'd gotten all his belongings in the sports back, he found his book again and stared at it for some minutes, he was too nervous to read at the moment.
While looking out of the window he fingered with the bracelet at his wrist.
The bracelet was leather, simple and black. There was one appendage, a little silver plate whereupon there with a simple type was spelled four letters forming his name Phil.
His brother gave it to him, around a year ago, when he moved, he told him that it would 'protect' him.
Of course it didn't work against his father.

Phil thought his plans for later through, when he finally arrived at London, he needed to find a hairdresser's.
He planned to dye his hair black, so he would have a slightly different look, and he'd always wanted to dye his hair black.
When he'd done that he planned to find somewhere to stay and something to eat.
He probably had to find a job as fast as possible...
Argh! There was so much to be done, but it was necessary.

"Next stop, London.."
Phil looked up in chock they were already there. Those three hours had felt like one hour or less...
Quickly he picked up all his belongings and when the train finally stopped he pushed his way through the number of people.

When he'd finally escaped the train station he looked around him, to be honest, he'd no idea witch way to head. The only thing he knew was that he needed to find the hairdresser's, so he just started to walk randomly, hoping to find something.
And it worked, after about an hour he found himself standing outside a little hairdresser's.
He pushed open the door and hurried inside.
A young woman with dark blue eyes and light purple hair, probably around the 20, walked over to me with a smile at her red painted lips.
"And how can I help you?" she asked him with another charming smile.
Phil put up a fake relaxed smile, to hide his nervousness, about running away, he felt like everything he did was illegal in one way or another.
"I wanted to hear if you had any appointment free this afternoon? And how much would a hair dye cost?"
The woman looked in the calendar and smiled at Phil
"Actually, we have one in ten minutes, it'll be around 66 pounds"
Phil gave her a great smile
"Amazing!"
The woman lead him to a chair where he could wait until they were ready.

The hairdresser was a nice person, and about an hour later, Phil could leave the hairdresser's with raven black hair witch made his pale skin look even paler than before, but he loved it!
Now he only had to find somewhere to stay for the night and something to eat.
He started to walk down an almost empty street, wondering where he could find a motel or something like that.
He was too busy thinking about his life from now on, so he failed to see it before it hit.
He crossed a street, when a car came with high speed, he only remembered the pain when it hit, his head smashing into a kerbstone and the car driving away leaving him in a fatal state...

Description
It was around noon when he boarded the train, he was on his way.

He let his long light brown bangs fall in front of his ice blue eyes and felt delighted, he'd done it! He'd finally escaped!

The train headed against London, and he would be there in around three hours.

The nervousness ran through him, he was on his own now.
A 16½ years old boy, alone in London, and he preferred it that way, everything was better than living with his family, more specific his father.

For a long time now, he'd prepared himself to run away from home, and for over an entire year he'd been saving money and investigated his possibilities.
He'd taken every job available, and he'd worked hard to get to the point he'd finally reached now.

After about an hour a female conductor walked through the train, she smiled at him when it was his time.
"Can I see you ticket?" she asked him in a light voice.
He nodded and put down his book before he started searching for the ticket.
When he finally found it he gave it to the woman with apologizes and gave a vague smile, she checked the ticket quickly and gave it back to him with an annoyed expression shown before she left him.

He let out a sight and looked at his belongings, in his search for the ticket he'd manage to get all of his belongings spread aft his seat and the one next to him, not that it was a lot.
All he'd brought with him was two pairs of skinny-jeans, his favourite t-shirts, a pullover, an extra pair of shoes, a book, his CD-collection, his lion and a bracelet he'd received from his older brother before he got his own place.

When he'd gotten all his belongings in the sports back, he found his book again and stared at it for some minutes, he was too nervous to read at the moment.
While looking out of the window he fingered with the bracelet at his wrist.
The bracelet was leather, simple and black. There was one appendage, a little silver plate whereupon there with a simple type was spelled four letters forming his name Phil.
His brother gave it to him, around a year ago, when he moved, he told him that it would 'protect' him.
Of course it didn't work against his father.

Phil thought his plans for later through, when he finally arrived at London, he needed to find a hairdresser's.
He planned to dye his hair black, so he would have a slightly different look, and he'd always wanted to dye his hair black.
When he'd done that he planned to find somewhere to stay and something to eat.
He probably had to find a job as fast as possible...
Argh! There was so much to be done, but it was necessary.

"Next stop, London.."
Phil looked up in chock they were already there. Those three hours had felt like one hour or less...
Quickly he picked up all his belongings and when the train finally stopped he pushed his way through the number of people.

When he'd finally escaped the train station he looked around him, to be honest, he'd no idea witch way to head. The only thing he knew was that he needed to find the hairdresser's, so he just started to walk randomly, hoping to find something.
And it worked, after about an hour he found himself standing outside a little hairdresser's.
He pushed open the door and hurried inside.
A young woman with dark blue eyes and light purple hair, probably around the 20, walked over to me with a smile at her red painted lips.
"And how can I help you?" she asked him with another charming smile.
Phil put up a fake relaxed smile, to hide his nervousness, about running away, he felt like everything he did was illegal in one way or another.
"I wanted to hear if you had any appointment free this afternoon? And how much would a hair dye cost?"
The woman looked in the calendar and smiled at Phil
"Actually, we have one in ten minutes, it'll be around 66 pounds"
Phil gave her a great smile
"Amazing!"
The woman lead him to a chair where he could wait until they were ready.

The hairdresser was a nice person, and about an hour later, Phil could leave the hairdresser's with raven black hair witch made his pale skin look even paler than before, but he loved it!
Now he only had to find somewhere to stay for the night and something to eat.
He started to walk down an almost empty street, wondering where he could find a motel or something like that.
He was too busy thinking about his life from now on, so he failed to see it before it hit.
He crossed a street, when a car came with high speed, he only remembered the pain when it hit, his head smashing into a kerbstone and the car driving away leaving him in a fatal state...