Eleanor lay surrounded with clothing, including new items her aunt had so charitably purchased for her the week she had moved. Eleanor was packing on her birthday for some unknown holiday, leaving the island did have it's positives but going away with your two ageing aunt and uncle was not ideal. Eleanor snapped out of her trance when her aunt called up the stairs "are you ready" She jumped of the bed dislodging all her new piles and through them into her small suitcase. She then wandered out onto the landing and pulled her bag thumping down the stairs into the kitchen. Her aunt and uncle were standing by the door with a boy with the prettiest eyes she had ever seen, the darkest hair you could have imagined. PARK.