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If you are thinking this story has been plagerised, it hasn't. I had to re-publish the story on a new account, because it wouldn't let me update on my old account (Madame Declin du jour) I will no longer be updating on that account. Thanks for reading and reviewing on the other version! I hope you review this one just as much xx

Chapter 2

Settling Into The Big City

I beeped loudly as a man in a car overtook me. He cut me off, causing me to swerve and almost crash. Bastard! It's not as if I was a confident driver to begin with. I had not long got my license, I passed first time.

After my heart rate had returned to normal, I looked back down at the map I had spread across the passenger seat. I tried to find the road I was on and the junction I would need next. I almost missed the turning, but managed a quick (and illegal) u-turn.

It had probably taken me twice as long to get to London as it would take any other person. I was one of the overly-cautious types when it came to driving. Probably because of my "uncle" who loved to drive like a maniac. He wasn't really my uncle, just my Nan's friend. But ever since I was a baby, I had called him Uncle Phil. He was sort of like a Dad to me after my biological parents left. He died from cancer a couple of years ago. It took me a while to get over him. Then my Nan died and it was back to step one of the grieving process.

I finally arrived in the very early hours of the morning at the Premier Inn. It was cheap enough for me, but still clean and had good food; so I booked a room until I went to visit the people who had put the ads in the paper. I walked up to the woman at reception, case in tow, and asked for the key to my room. She handed the key over and I sighed. Just my luck to get a room on the top floor. I pressed the button for the lift and it arrived straight away.

I walked down the barely lit corridor, searching for room 120. I finally found it and pulled the key from my pocket, unlocking the door. I pushed it open to see a very simple double bed with two bedside tables, a TV and dresser and an en-suite bathroom which looked nice enough. I couldn't be bothered to have a shower. I was too tired. I didn't even take my clothes off before I fell asleep.

It felt like I'd barely slept five minutes when my alarm started shouting at me to get up. I had a meeting with one of the people from the paper today. I quickly hopped into the shower, almost falling and I had a massive headache.

After washing my hair, which I usually did every night, I searched my bag for some Ibuprofen for my head. I almost did a happy dance when I found them…I hate having headaches. I rushed to dry my waist-length, brown hair and put on some eyeliner that made my hazel eyes pop (as Grandma used to say). I quickly got dressed. I was out of the room in under an hour.

Walking down the streets of London was a massive change from my little town. I breathed in the smoggy air and smiled. I was ready for my adventure. I went to the nearest underground station. I'd have to catch the tube out of the city to Biggin Hill. I was going to meet the woman who could quite possibly be sharing a house with me.

I knocked on the door of her bungalow, it was very cottage-y looking, with hanging basket full of brightly coloured flowers and Ivy growing up the stone walls. It was very pretty. The woman who owned the house must have been in her late sixties. She just kept talking about the history of the town. The fact that Biggin Hill became famous during the Battle of Britain in the summer of 1940, when Spitfire squadrons were stationed there. It was regarded as Britain's principal fighter station, and its ace pilots became national figures, and that the Cudham Lodge estate was acquired by the Royal Flying Corps as a base for testing radio communications.

When she started to rattle on about a composer called Ivor something, I made an excuse to leave and mentally crossed her house off the list. There was no way I could stick that 24/7. No matter how desperate I was!

I had another meeting at seven o'clock tonight with an old couple, Mr and Mrs Platt, they lived in a little two bedroom house in Elm Park, an idyllic town located in Hornchurch, it has both old style buildings as well as newer town houses. It looked quite nice, although I was afraid it would have too much of a small town feel. Something I was trying to escape.

The couple from Barnes, who looked to be the most promising were that last I was going to see. I had a meeting with them tomorrow. I had nothing to do for the rest of the day. I caught the tube back to town. I found a nice little doughnut shop, where I bought a coffee and chocolate doughnut to eat for breakfast. I ate leisurely, trying to waste time.

I walked around a couple of the little boutiques nearby, looking at what clothes they had. Nothing that was my taste. I preferred getting slogan tees from New Look and some cheap skinny jeans from Primark. My leather jacket, I had splurged on. It was £100 when I bought it. Real leather in the darkest black I could find. I wanted it to match everything. It was simple, but both practical and it looked nice on. I looked down at my tattered cons. I'd have to get some more of those soon.

When 7 finally arrived, I was outside of the door. I had been here much earlier, but I took that extra time to look around the town. There was a co=operative along with a boots and they had a few small shops that sold various different things. They had a florist, a DIY shop, a pound shop and a vets. It definitely had a small town feel and I had more or less made my mind up. Even before I'd met the couple.

Sitting in their house, I knew I'd made the right decision. It was a very small house, that was very cluttered and they had about five million cats. Definitely not my scene. I was very polite. Thanking them for letting me view the house. I told them I needed to think about it and I would let them know. It was all down to the house in Barnes.

I walked dejectedly back to the tube and then arrived at the Premier Inn. I hoped that I could find a place soon. Otherwise, I'd be stuck here, paying £50 a night. Screw that!

I had already explored a little of London and I was loving it. I just hope that this next house was suitable and cheap too! After all I didn't even have a job yet. I'd need to try and find one in the next couple of days.

You know what to do R&R xx