-This is a little backstory chapter = How Alex grew up-
"Keep running boy!" he yelled as I turn into a dark valley, so couldn't see me. I jump the barbed fence, earning cuts all over my body doing so. I still need to get to the telephone box. I need help. Searching for the telephone box, I get to higher ground.
He was at the telephone box, so i couldn't go there. Instead I head for the house. I knock on the back door, thinking that they will probably not let me in. Then a boy a few years older than me, with short silver hair, which I guess he dyed, see me and call out to his parents. I'm presuming he was around 14. Her mom comes in and opens the door.
"Thank....you." I breathe out. She smiles.
"What's your name? And how old are you?"
"My name is Alex, I'm 10" I say once I catch my breath.
"I'm Julianne. This is my son, James." Julianne says, James waves.
"I'm 14, mate. Where ya from, Al?" he says, I was taken aback by the voice he talks in. He read my face and said, "Don't worry mate, I'm Australian."
"I'm from England."
