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The vibrations of the slim Samsung pressed and jiggled all over the inside of his jeans pocket against his thigh, but the alarm was unnecessary. He was already awake, and had been for the past several hours in which the time was spent unproductively wrestling and turning over to each side of his bed, unable to beds headboard and rubbed his eyes out of habit and looked up at his tacky plain ceiling. He took several deep breaths and eased himself out the bed, making as little noise as possible. He reached into his pocket and turned off the alarm. He should have done it straight away, but his mind was away with the fairies. His bag was already packed from the night before, even though he’d been assured that he wouldn’t need much. He squatted down and reached underneath his bed, dragging the black rucksack out as discretely as possible and double checked. Everything he needed was in there. Nothing exciting, just some sandwiches and water and his already paid for train ticket and ipod. He stretched and let out a yawn, and slipped into his trainers and headed out. There was no point wasting any time, he thought as he Slowly tip-toed through his bedroom door, taking care to close it without making much noise. Down the corridor and through another set of doors, entering the living room momentarily to then turn left into the kitchen. His house, well his parents’ house he should say, was weird. The front door led directly into a tiny little room (it wasn’t really a room; it had the fridge and freezer in and led to the kitchen). They had always complained about that, and wanted to move. He had told them this was a stupid reason to want to move, and they should just accept that they wanted to move because they all lived in a crappy council estate with crappy schools and crappy jobs and crappy everything. Funny how he would be doing the moving first. The front door was the worst, as it would make a massive creak when it opened that his parents and siblings would surely hear. That’s why the night before he’d placed a small bit of wood at the bottom, letting the door slouch ajar. He hopped out and the cold fresh air splashed against his face, and he slowly closed the door back to its ajar position. Strolling down the driveway, he turned around and looked at his house. He would not be gone forever, and vowed to see his parents again in the future. The semi-detached, run down house stared back at him, the place he had called his home for 17 years. But he would have a new home, and it would be better than this. And he was going for all the right reasons, he knew that. At least that’s what his brother had been telling him for the past 6 months, constantly persuading him to make the trip until finally he’d agreed. He missed his brother and it would be great to see him again. Plus there was no future here. get any sleep. He was already dressed, navy blue denim jeans and a blank white t-shirt and socks with the images of the Simpsons family sat down on their couch. He slouched up and rested against his