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I am driving fast, weaving through these narrow streets, following Luke. My heart is racing. I am close. Then I see his grey hoodie round the corner. I pull off the street. I jump out of my car. "Luke! Stop!" He spins on his heals to face me. "Where are you going?" He stairs back at me, "alone." "what? no." his facial expression doesn't change. "I am done. Nobody home, no where else to go. I need to move on." "move on from what, you are great. I want to be there with you. We will sort this out. You will get there this." His stone expression falters. I walk closer to him, he looks down, "I want to believe you.." "Then do!" He looks me in the eyes, "ok. I believe you." I wave a relief washes over me. I look around and take in the city around me.
"you can walk the streets of London...
but not alone."
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Alone in the Streets of London
Teen FictionLuke always feels alone. He doesn't think anybody will notice when he is lost and alone.
