The Edge of Honour

Chapter 6

CHAPTER 6

Gorran's POV:

As soon as I awoke the following morning I set to work. I wanted to dress appropriately for the meeting but did not want to look too formal. My new dark denim jeans, a short sleeved blue top and a thick grey jumper emblazoned with an expensive brand seemed like an appropriate outfit for the occasion. With a great amount of effort, I pushed my feet into my black jogging shoes and loosely tied the red and black checkered laces. The shoes were a size too small for me, but I really liked them so much that it did not matter.

I jogged down the stairs knowing that I would have to lie to my parents once more. It hurt me to do such a thing, I had always felt uncomfortable about lying. The only thing keeping me from telling them the truth was the fear that I felt. I was afraid of whether I would be allowed to go, how they would react and most importantly what I was going to learn that day They were sitting in the kitchen discussing an article that featured in the newspaper which was scattered across the table.

“Where are you going?” my mother questioned, immediately noticing my clothing choice was not my normal casual wear.

“Spencer invited me down to his for day,” I said. With a wave of my hand, I produced the train ticket for London that I had just printed. I knew that she would not question me any further after that evidence. She had always encouraged me to visit Spencer. My visits to him and likewise him spending time with us was always something which she encouraged.

“That is great! Tell him I said hello,” she smiled as she continued to scan the paper for interesting articles.

“I will and I’ll be back before it is dark,” I promised, knowing how much my mother tended to worry if I was not.

“Have fun!” Dad said as he stood up and placed a twenty pound bill into my hand. I smiled and thanked him. A long time ago, I had learned that my refusal to accept his money would never work.

“Don’t stay out too late,” my mother ordered as she pulled me into a tight embrace. Going to visit Spencer was a regular trip for me, but from some of their reactions it felt like they knew that I had other plans.

“I won’t,” I laughed as I separated from her and left the house through the white painted front door.

I knew that they would not question me when I mentioned Spencer. We had been best friends for years and although it required one of us take a train; we usually met up once a month to catch up on each other’s lives and to spend time in each others company.

He was the kind of friends that you could spend days with and never run out of things to talk about. We had been through a lot together, but it had all served to make us stronger as friends. When he moved school and to a different part of the country, it was one of the worst days of my life. Despite my fears and the tears which we had each secretly shed, we were in regular contact with each other. Our frequent trips were something that we both equally looked forward to.

However, this was not one of those times. I was unsure of how I felt about this trip to London.Not knowing what the people would tell me was a scary situation to be in. They had already told me so much about myself, yet I had never met them. My brain was still processing it all as I struggled to comprehend its significance and effect on me.

I arrived at the station with ten minutes to spare. It was only a short walk from my house and I had made the trip many times. Tourists bustled around the huge station anxiously pointing at the boards that were lit up with the timetables. I had taken this trip so many times to visit Spencer, I knew it by heart. I swiftly made my way to platform four and walked into the red and yellow cylindrical metal tube that would transport me to central London in a matter of minutes.