Beautiful Stars

Clara and August Henderson have known each other since they were five years old. They've been best friends for as long as they can remember, and when they were fifteen, they started dating. They recently got married and moved to a new town together, where no one would recognise Clara from her celebrity past.

The taxi pulled up in front of the house, it looked really poor, nothing a little work couldn't fix. When Clara stepped out of the taxi, her dark pin lips turned down into a frown. There was an awful smell coming from somewhere near. She turned to ask the taxi driver if he knew what it was, but he was gone. Clara surveyed the neighbourhood, it was filthy, there was rubbish and broken glass everywhere. She could hear screams in the distance and things being thrown. 

Clara and August were staying in the only actual house, everyone else stayed in apartments, which looked very unclean and unsafe.

'I'm not sure I want to stay here', Clara said to August.

'I'm sure we'll be fine', he said reassuringly.

'Ok',Clara said, unsure. A man ran past them, followed by at least fifteen other men chasing him, causing a gust of wind to blow Clara's auburn hair in her face. The grabbed their luggage and ran inside.

The house was average sized, with a large living room and open-plan kitchen and dining room. Their furniature had already been unpacked by the removal men. There was a large bathroom beside the kitchen and a staircase next to it. They both went up the stairs into a small hallway, there was one door at the end of the hall, it lead to the master bedroom, which had a small en-suite bathroom.

There was a loud bang at the window, someone was throwing rocks at it, August looked out the window and saw four boys, around aged ten wearing hoodies and laughing. Great, even the children commit crimes, he thought.