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Blue. Chapter 2

Rebecca quickly worked the lock on the backdoor. She shivered slightly as it began to drizzle and the cold metal seemed to go down to the bone while the ancient wooden steps seemed to groan under her weight in the dampness. Lock picking was one of the few thing her father taught her how to do incase any of them got locked out of their houses. She had to smile at the memory of him hunched over the lock to the studio, teaching them all individually how to pick a basic lock. She remembered the look of pride when she was the first one to get it.

She heard the lock click softly and she pushed open the door before pocketing the pick and vigorously rubbing her hands on her skirt. She raced up the stairs to her room. Tiffany and Jen shared the larger bedroom while she got the smaller one in the back of the house. She figured it was understandable since they were twins after all and needed more room. She dug in the closet and found the duffel bag before throwing open the set of drawers and began throwing in underwear, shirts, pants, socks and anything else she could fit before moving on the throwing in her toiletries. She looked down and realized it would be rather stupid to try and go in her uniform. As she stripped down to her cam while she slightly shivered in the cool house before pulling on the first jumper she could get her hands on. She left on her wool tights and threw on a pair of pants over them. Rebecca glanced over at the corner where the guitar stood innocently.

Rebecca zipped up the bag and threw it over her shoulder, testing the weight and whether or not she'd be able to handle the weight of the guitar along with the bag. She took it off, unzipped it and began emptying out things she wouldn't need. She figured she could live without five pairs of jeans and quickly began to lighten her load.

She looked beside her as her phone lit up.

'Cming with. don't leave w/o me."

She cringed. She really couldn't believe he was coming. Why was he coming? He didn't know anybody in Essex. Then again he was mildly socially awkward and didn't really have many friends other than the Pot tribe, what with the name Hubert and everything. He was Lucas's year, one ahead of them.

'Then get to the station.'

Rebecca stuffed the phone into her pocket and quickly placed the guitar into it's hard case, slung the bag over her shoulder. She got halfway out the room before stopping.

"Money."

She took off the bag and put down the case before hurrying back and moving a chair into the closet. She moved aside the basketball, the field hockey stick and box of summer clothes on the top shelf before finding the vent and she pulled it out to find the cigar box. She pulled it out and opened it and began counting.

For the past five years she had hoarded her allowance money, dipping into it only for emergency cash. And how difficult it had been hiding it from her two sisters. They were nosy as ever. Constantly digging through her things. Twice they had found the stash and taken the money. She had immediately gone to her mother and twice had gotten back about half of it since they had already spent most of it.

But now, she grinned. She had over three hundred pounds. More than enough to get there and back eventually, various expenses along the way, et cetera. She slammed the lid shut and shoved it in the bag. She paused as she remembered the story Russel told her about the time he had his bag stolen as a teen with all his money in it. She quickly took half and shoved it in the guitar case before locking it again. She looked around, making sure she had everything she needed. When she seemed satisfied, she hesitated. Maybe she at least leave a note? Er…Nah, they should be good.

As she left, she checked the mirror and made sure her hair wasn't showing. Nope. Last thing she needed was to be spotted and noticed because of her stupid hair.

It was always embarrassing when they got a new teacher. They would stand there and pull whichever Pot child out or even stand in front of the class and ask them why they were breaking dress code rules and if they thought they were special which was usually the point when another student or teacher would pass by and explain it was natural. She remembered one physical education teacher had been particularly adamant towards James until James finally snapped and pulled off his shirt before shoving an armpit into his face. He had served two weeks detention for that one.

Fortunately, most of the teachers believed them once they saw the set of them together and found out who their father was. But it was still pretty annoying when little old ladies stopped them and started prattling on about young people these days and how they neglected the looks God intended them to have by dying their hair weird colors.

But now, hopefully, Essex would be a big enough place for no one to notice or care. She had to laugh out loud as she ran and thought of the utter joy of not being stared at pointedly when she was out with her siblings or alone. She barely noticed her feet pounding on the cold concrete as she caught the bus for the station.

"Rebecca?"

Busted.

She looked up to see Cecelia's doleful brown eyes looking up at her. Cecelia patted the seat next to her and Rebecca took a seat on the hard plastic.

"Why aren't you in class?"

"I could ask you the same fing." Out of all the Pot children, everyone had to agree Cecelia was probably the most like their father in speech and mannerism. It was like looking at a female, teenage version of Dad sometimes which was rather creepy. "And why do you have all your stuff wit chu? You going somewhere then?"

"Er, I'm going on a short holiday. What are you doing out of school?"

Cecelia was silent, stabbing a spoon into a cup of parfait before tucking a stand of her choppy hair behind her ear.

"Going to Granda's. I'm not very good at this whole school fing." She muttered.

"Me neither."

"Yes you are. You're smart, you're just not very confident. And when I mean not very I mean, you have none wotsoever. I'm not very smart as you've already figured out."

"But you're not stupid either…You just...um…" Rebecca searched for the right words to say as her older sister stared at her expectantly. The bus hit a bump and the migraine medication rattled in Cecelia's purse.

"Exactly. Now, step one of confidence. Being proud of who you are." Cecelia whipped off the hat and sat on it.

"Lia! Give it!" Rebecca whined.

"Nope!"

"Lia! I need it! I'm skipping town and can't be identified!"

"Did you kill someone then?" Cecelia leaned in, looking excited. "Like in one of those cop movies on the telly?"

"Er…no?" Rebecca was a bit thrown off.

"Oh. That's no fun." Cecelia began stabbing at the parfait again before finally eating some. "So where are you going then?"

"You have to keep a secret."

Cecelia's eyes widened.

"Hubert hasn't gotten you 'in trouble' has he?" She hissed.

"OH MY LORD NO YOU SICK WOMAN!" Rebecca recoiled and caused other passengers to stare at the pair.

"Just asking. He fancies you. You know that right? Oh, wait. That was 'posed to be a secret too…Sorry." She grinned apologetically.

"Somewhere. I'm going somewhere. Right now, I'm going to the train station."

"Somewhere sounds nice." Cecelia smiled serenely. "You should send me a postcard when you find Somewhere."

"Maybe."

"You know, running away doesn't solve much."

"So that's why you're going to the fairgrounds?"

"That's different. I'm a lost cause." She continued to smile as she finished off the parfait and began digging through her bag and pulled out a pack of cigarettes.

"No you're not."

"Yeah, I am. I hear Mum and Dad talk. Not our Dad, Harry. They talk about tutoring, different options, my future. They're worried and frustrated." Cecelia stated, smile still in place. "They think it's their fault. So I'm dropping out."

"But, what about your future?"

"Damon already told me he would try and help get a demo recorded next time he's at Kong. Nice bloke, he is. Dunno why Uncle Muds don't like him…"

"Does Uncle Muds have any kids? I can't remember…"

"Um…he's married, I 'member that." Cecelia pulled a face of concentration.

"He is?"

"Yeah, 'member? We met her once. I fink you were too little to 'member. Dunno if he has kids though. If he does, we never met 'em."

"Oh."

"Yeah. Why?"

"No reason."

"Ok then. Well, this is your stop then. G'luck finding Somewhere." Cecelia gave a small wave. "Be careful."

"I will." She reassured her as she made to get off the bus.

"Good. Have a nice time in Essex."

"Wait what?" Rebecca hesitated in the door before someone shoved her off.

"Bye!" Cecelia waved furiously.