Simon sat on the coach after arriving in Paris, glancing around curiously. Trying to sneak a ciggy at the back as he sat next to you, his bestfriend.

He had saved enough money to go on the college trip to disney land, moody at how dumb it sounded. But he desperately wanted to be out of his house.

“This is a shit coach ride.” he mumbled as he subtly blew out the smoke, hiding behind the chair.

He looked a wreck, his hair standing up every which way, some bruises still etched on his face.