It's been three and a half months since I saved that girl, but I still couldn't get her out of my head, no matter how hard I tried. I could still see her gorgeous eyes, but also her frightened expression when she woke up. I sighed and sat up. What was wrong with me? My vision drifted to the stacked brown boxes all around the room. I had decided it was best to leave London and go back home, to Croyde. I didn't think my father would think to look for me there, and hopefully, the people there wouldn't remember me, it had been years. It was time for a new start, go forward with my life, try to find some joy in it. I planned on going back to school, finishing up my education, then probably go to college. That was my plan for the next few years, after that, I could never get a permanent job, I'd have to move around a lot, or people would notice that I wasn't getting older. Today I was leaving, I had everything packed up and took enough money from the bank to last me a few years so my father couldn't trace me. I pulled myself out of bed and got dressed, into some jeans and a t-shirt. I piled everything into the car I bought, which was a 4.Limited edition Bugatti Veyron by Mansory Vivere, what can I say, I loved sports cars, but I also didn't mind spending my father's money. Once I was done packing everything I got into the car and started driving. It was a long drive, about three and a half hours. After about an hour all I could see was farmland, but after another few hours, I finally reached the ocean and the highway was right by the edge, so I could see the endless blue. I had missed it, I couldn't wait to surf. Twenty minutes later, I could see the small town approaching and the welcome sigh greeted me. Welcome to Croyde, population 1,003. Well, now it was 1,004. I recognized some of the house's I passed, it was still the same, rich, snobby, small town as when I had left, with an exception of the few houses that were not mansion's but more of shacks. I passed the VanDale mansion, they were our neighbors when we had last been here, most likely still were they were one of the town's founding families. About a mile down was my house or more accurately mansion. It was huge, bigger than I remembered, and right near the cove, which was within walking distance. It had a dark brown exterior, kind of resembling a really large log cabin. I pulled up the driveway and parked the car. I walked up to the front door and reached under the flower pot on the left, I smiled, the key was still there, it had been my mother's idea. I opened the door and walking in, inhaling the sent. It still smelled the same, like the beach and ocean. I walked up the grand staircase to the second floor, in total there were four floors, the basement, and the attic. I walked up two more flights of stairs to my old room, it still had my original bed and furniture, my dad had insisted that we leave everything as it was. I walked over to my dresser and gently touched one of the family photos, I missed that, when everything was normal and we were all happy. I took a deep breath, the went to go get all the stuff I brought, this time using the elevator, yes, our house actually has an elevator. After unpacking all of my stuff, I took a quick shower and then plopped down onto my bed, melting into the soft mattress, soon after I fell asleep.
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