New start.

You know when the whole world feels like it's against you? That was how Isabelle felt in her old life. At school she was bullied, at home she was abused, and she could never find a safe place to go. Once, at school, her whole year ganged up on her. Memories still brought tears to her eyes. What did she do? Why did they hate her so?

When she got home from this dreadful day, her parents ignored her. They were arguing. As usual. That was the best of it. At least her dad wasn't slapping her. At least her mum wasn't screaming at her. That was when Isabelle realised. She needed a completely new start. Like on one of her beloved games. You could just refresh, if something didn't go how you wanted, if you made a mistake, if you didn't like your life. Refresh. But how? That's when she decided. She would run away. Take up a whole new identify. But this plan had more flaws than sense. She needed to come up with a plan. So she lay down on her old faded duvet, and began to think.

Suddenly, Isabelle had a idea. She could just...go away. Leave. Never come back. She would jump off the pier, her favorite place. Swim to the coast. Then, she would hitch a ride to the nearest train station, get a train to the furthest away station available, and...begin her new life. It was risky. And stupid. And she would be in mega huge no,ultra mega huge trouble if she got caught but, it was a plan. And a plan was what she needed.

The next day, instead of going to school, Isabelle went to the deserted pier. Her bags where packed. Not too many, as to not alert suspicion. Only what she needed. Then, she let out a blood curdling scream and jumped. Jumped off the pier into the sea below.

Now it may not seem like it, but Isabelle is a amazing swimmer. She swam all the way to the coast. She saw a large, grey rock not far from where she was. She grabbed some spare clothes and changed out of the soggy hoodie and jeans behind the rock. She changed into a new pitch black hoodie, and black leggings. As dark as she could, she didn't want to alert suspicion.

Then Isabelle grabbed some sharp silver scissors. She cut holes in her leggings, better for the disguise. She had thought it through. She brushed her long, honey brown coloured hair out her face. She looked at her hair. She looked at the scissors. Then, with a deep breath, she cut it all off. She put some blue contacts in over her pale green eyes. Then, putting her headphones on, walked up the beach. While Isabelle walked, she thought. She had taken on another identity. But...she hadn't...changed her name. She decided on Izzy, a shortened version of Isabelle. It sounded carefree, happy and troublesome. Like she wanted to be.

She reached the road. She stuck her hand out and screamed "TAXI!" A taxi came almost at once. She hopped in. "Where to?" Said the taxi driver. Izzy took a deep breath.

"The station. The train...the train station."

Thank you for reading Chapter 1! I hope you enjoyed it!

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