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Okay so I thought I might try this story, it will be a CSI:NY trust me just roll with it okay :P well you can if you all like it and review loads, but anyway see what you think and if you want me to continue REVIEW PEOPLE!!

"There was no doubt about what was going threw my mind as I made the long walk down the iron walkway from the plane that I had just disembarked. I was going to a new life, a new country, a new family hopefully and a better and nicer place for me to live.

I knew as I made my was down the walkway that I shouldn't have run away from my problems, from what I was going on in my life, but I needed to get away, go to a new country and to forget about it all. I was surprised when they let me onto the plane, the airport was the first place had thought of and with the money I had taken, was the place I thought would take me far away from everything around me. They asked me for my passport which luckily I had had since I was 4 hidden in a box under the thing I called a bed, but that didn't matter, they asked if my parents had sent me and I lied about them already being in America and me seeing them again, gave them a fake letter from my parents and telling them all about why I was going over. The lady didn't really believe me but I knew she could see the bruises behind the make up I had placed on my face, and that even with my hair down and a cap on she could see the ones on my shoulders, so I think she let me threw because she knew I was escaping.

I made it to the end of the walkway and walked over to the baggage claim area of JFK international, everyone looked excited or happy about arriving and none of them more so than me. I collected my bag and also my violin case, which was the one thing that I had managed to save from the "house". I loved to dance, to play violin and to do gymnastics and that's what I did when school was on, I was part of a national dance school back in England and luckily I had been referred to come and train in New York. That was the only bit of luck I had ever had, the one thing that I was truly happy for. The college new I was coming today and that I was going to be travelling alone, I told them my parents were dead and that I had no one back in England, which in a way was true to me at least. They were dead to me now, after everything they had done I was glad that I had come to New York. I was 13 years old and for my whole live I had practically lived at the dance school, it was my home and it was my family, but then I got taken out, my "Parents" said I couldn't go because I needed to be home to help with "deliveries", which where all totally illegal and most of them were delivered by very dodgy looking men with scars on there faces.

So now here I was, my bag containing the only clothes I really needed, my dancing ones, a set of old tattered ballet shoes which I had been wearing since I was 9 and now after dancing everyday in them for many hours, 4 years later they were held together by a prayer and luck as far as everyone, including me, were concerned. I had very few pairs of underwear and maybe 5 other outfits in there but that was all. With the violin case as well I finally made my way out towards the arrivals exit to go into the middle of JFK International's arrivals terminal, and the thing was huge. I knew over 1000 planes flew in and out everyday going to far off destinations and countries but now I was here, in New York, and I was so excited.

I walked out and looked to see if there was anything or anyone with a banner with my name on, or if I could see anyone I recognised from the photo I got threw in the mail. I looked around and saw no one, everyone around me was finding someone they knew, someone they loved, they were all smiling, hugging, kissing, squealing with excitement as they found there long lost uncle, there brother they hadn't seen in years, and maybe even there little affair on the side, I thought as one man and woman walked by, one wearing a wedding ring and the other not. I picked up on that, the small details in people; I could probably tell you anything about anyone in the room I was looking at, at that moment. People said I was a good judge of character, knew people well, I just thought I had spent too long hidden away at home watching people walking past the window wondering what was going on in there lives.

I waited for about 30 mins looking for anyone else, watching the people go by from my seat by the huge glass window that overlooked one of the runways and holding bays. When I finally realised there was no one there I left the terminal and followed the exit signs, I made my way out to the huge glass sliding door and went to find a way to get into the centre of New York. I didn't trust taxi's, not in places I didn't know so I found a shuttle bus that said it ran from here to Central New York and hopped aboard that. I paid my fare, and boarded, finding a seat near the window so I could look outside to see what was going on, all the landmarks I would be seeing. I saw the Statue of Liberty from the plane and nearly the whole of Manhattan. It looked so big and busily, so many skyscrapers and then in the centre was Central Park, the little bit of greenery, calmness, and plant life in the huge city. That was the one place I want to go when I arrived in the city, and when the bus finally stopped outside one of the big shops, I can't remember the name but there are so many, I looked over to road and saw the green outlines of the park. I smiled and pulled my bag over the road with me, I walked threw tree's and on grass, and finally I reached a lake in the centre of it all, it was so beautiful and peaceful and the only way you would think that it was in the middle of one of the worlds most bustling city's was if you looked up and saw the large skyscrapers protruding the New York skyline.

I sat there for a while then decided to get my violin out of its case and began to play, a soft melody I had been taught years ago and now I could play it with my eyes close and most likely in my sleep as well. It always made me feel happy to play it and remember the good times instead of the bad, it was one of my many escapes. I opened my eyes and saw people gathering round me, listening to me play, I smiled at them and played a quicker song and some people started to clap along to the beats. they all stood entranced by my playing, most of them older people, some young, all amazed to see a 13 year old playing that well and just because she wanted to. I knew some of them were staring at my face, at the bruise and cuts that I was sporting at that moment but most of them watched my hands and how I was playing at that moment in time. I loved playing or performing to an audience, the one thing that made me feel hole, I could dance my heart off, forget about it all and just dance. And the audience when they looked at me only say me dancing, not my heart wrenching past or home life, just me, my body and the music in the background.

I stopped playing after a while and everyone clapped and placed some money into the top of my open violin case, I didn't want it and that wasn't the reason I had been playing but it was nice for people so I smiled and thanked them all. Once they had all gone I counted up the money, I had about 10 which I thought was pretty impressive, and placed it into the back pocket of my warn jeans. I had been dressed in them for 3 days now and I felt very dirty and smelly, even though I had tried to wash myself on the plane as best I could, I still felt horrible.

I walked towards the edge of the park again so I could make my way back into the bustling city so I could find the school. I had the address in my hand on a piece of paper, but finding it was beginning to become a problem. I walked for about 2 hours turning this way and that trying to find it but my luck was running out, and I was getting tired and hungry. I stopped and looked around me, looking for somewhere to go and get help but I couldn't find anywhere. I also felt like I was being watched, I don't know why but I did, it made me look behind me every so often to check, searching to see if someone was standing there.

I told myself I was going mad and that there was no one but I suppose I was right to be suspicious, after all living where I did for so long you learn to be. I was walking along a road I can't remember where they all look the same to me really, when suddenly some hands grabbed me and pulled me into a back alley, along with my suitcase and violin. I tried to scream, and I struggled against whoever was holding onto to me but it was no good, I was trapped and I had no where to go. I wasn't one to cry, so I just stopped struggling and heard a rough voice in my ear say "good girl." I knew the voice as soon as I heard it, I knew they had found me and I knew I wasn't getting away this time. I just hoped to God that someone would find me."