you, me and music (the only escape)

chapter 1

The wind flew through my hair as I stared out of the car window. The empty streets of London were starting to fill with business men crossing streets, grabbing coffee, going to the office. I really believe in second chances you know, maybe one of these classy suited men used to be a drugs addict or maybe they made another huge mistake in their life and maybe they are trying to rebuild their lives now.

London was my second chance. I used to live in Brighton before. I loved every single thing about Brighton, I just hated the people there. Not all of them, trust me, there are some amazing people in Brighton, just not the kids in my school. I just don't like doing things normal girls of my age seem to like, like having sleepovers and do each others make up etc. I like playing the guitar, singing, writing songs and listening to music. I don't think that's weird, but the girls in my old school did. I tried to hide it from my parents, but they found out that I got teased and made fun of alot. So they decided that we had to move to somewhere else. And because my mom had this amazing business oppurtunity in London, the capital seemed the perfect place for a second chance. Little did I know that second chances were not always 'perfect'.