Laika's POV:

I'd had enough. I needed a break. A break from life. A break from that little old town of Opal, California. I left.

I filled out all the paperwork verifying I'd completed the required highschool courses, quit my dance classes, packed up all my junk, said goodbye to those worth remembering, and ditched America half way through my senior year.

London. That's where I went. I'd always wanted to go there. Ever since I was a child I had heard my mom's stories of her studies there. I had dreamed of a day when I'd travel there for college. Travel there for school. Haha, no. Now I traveled there to get away. Get away from the stress, anxiety, and the looming shadow that was my life. I left to leave.

When My flight finally landed in London, I practically dove out the exit gate. As I approached the luggage carousel, I noticed three bags the same bright green colour as mine and mistakenly grabbed the wrong one. I soon realized it wasn't mine when some woman from across the room shouted "Thief! She's stealing my bag!" And four men ran at me as I dropped the bag, picked up the right one, and ran for my life...and whatever dignity I had left.

Finally, my taxi pulled up outside my apartment building. I'd never actually seen it in person...just vague blurry photos online. I hadn't really bothered to look much into where I was actually staying, which was probably a bad idea. (Considering I'd never even been out of the country, let alone in London.) But from the looks of it, I'd chosen well. The exterior was a flat white, with massive glass windows every two feet up. I entered the lobby, and took the lift to floor 7. Wow. I was way up...When the lift finally stopped, I exited it and turned left sharply, nearly running into a four-foot something brunette girl with big blue eyes... April, my roommate. I could tell. "Ummmm, are you April Hughes by any chance?" I asked. "You wouldn't happen to be Laika Liten, would you?!" She said in a painfully cheerful voice. "Why yes, I am." I replied. She then proceeded to grip my arm painfully and practically sprint to our apartment. "How delightful." I quietly said behind my gritted teeth, as my suitcase and duffle bag smashed against my ankles.