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speak to me and look into my eyes, miracles did happen; but no, the removal men arrived and the last of my safe
and secure world was carried out the door by eight men in yellow overalls. Carpets, rugs, sofas and furniture were going in the vans then into a storage warehouse somewhere down the motorway. Mum,
Dad and I would be travelling by car and had suitcases with the bare minimum of belongings.
    Allegra came to say a final goodbye. ‘I’ll come back to see you soon,’ I said as we stood on the porch at the front of our house.
    ‘And I’ll come down to Bath as soon as I can,’ she said. ‘I promise.’
    I tried to make myself smile but couldn’t hold back the tears. ‘Laters.’
    ‘Laters,’ said Allegra. She had tears in her eyes too.
    We hugged goodbye then it was time for her to go. As I watched her walk away, it felt as if my stomach was full of knives, all cutting into me. Allegra had been my best friend since my first day
in Year Seven. Apart from holidays abroad with our families, I’d seen her every day for almost four years. She was part of me and I couldn’t imagine life without her.
    When the removal men had closed up the back of their vans and gone, Mum and I went round the empty rooms checking that there was nothing left. It felt eerie and empty and, without the
furnishings that had always been there to soften sound, the rooms echoed our footsteps. I was trying my best to be cheerful because, as time had gone on, it had really hit home how hard the move
was for Mum and Dad as well as me, and me blubbing wouldn’t help. Mum was still doing her cheerful act but, when we’d done the rounds of the house and she’d shut the front door
and locked it, she looked like she was going to cry. Dad went to get the car and Mum and I stood a moment in the front garden. She looked up at the bare windows on the first floor and then her
tears did come.
    ‘I can’t believe I’ll never go in there again, my home,’ she said. ‘Or see my garden, my lovely roses bloom this year.’
    I put my arms around her and she hugged me tight.
    ‘It’s only until we find a place of our own again,’ I said. ‘We’ll be back on our feet in no time.’
    The look she gave me broke my heart. A smile that said, ‘You just don’t get it, do you?’ But I did.
    Dad brought round the car to the front and Mum and I climbed in. It was a Volkswagen Polo. The Porsche and Mercedes had gone weeks ago. I’d noticed that the cars weren’t in their
usual spots on the drive but had assumed they were in for service, never imagining for a minute that they’d gone for good, but that was before I knew the truth.
    Dad didn’t glance back at the house but Mum and I both looked out the back window as we drove away as if trying to hang on to our life there. I felt brokenhearted. The car turned the
corner and the house was gone.
    Mum gazed out of the window at the traffic.‘And so life flows on,’ she said as we drove through Richmond towards Kew and out to the M4 where Dad hit the fast lane towards Bath.
    A new chapter for all of us
, I thought as I tried to push images of Alex Taylor’s face out of my mind.
I wonder what it will hold
?

Chapter Four
    Mystery Boy
    ‘Who ever loved that loved not at first sight?’
    Shakespeare:
As You Like It
– Act 3, Scene 5.
    A girl. A girl in the park. She’s walking her dog – though by the way the dog is pulling on the lead, the dog is walking her. She has chestnut-coloured hair,
glossy in today’s sun. She’s wearing jeans and a red jacket. She never notices me, though I’ve seen her around a few times. There’s something about her. The way she moves. A
lightness. A grace. A brightness about her face. Sometimes she’s on her phone, sometimes she’s talking to her dog. I wish she’d talk to me. She looks like fun to be with, as if
she’d have a lot to say. Seeing her makes me feel alone although I’m not. I know tons of people. I’d like to approach her but I don’t know