Saying goodbye was never one of Alice's strengths. She hated saying goodbye. It was usually her final words to somebody when she knew she never would see that person again. It was the last word she said to her mum, the last word she ever said to her old school, the last word she ever said to her dead Grandpa...Alice lay across her bed, glancing around her empty room.

Within minutes, Alice was squashed into the back of a Taxi, sat beside her Dad. The streets of London rolled past the car window in a mere few minutes. Alice knew that it could be one of her final times seeing London.Whenever she felt like crying, she pushed her emotions firmly downwards imaging her dream life in Sheffield. Her fingers sought the comfort of her red polka dot bag and the dandelion bracelet dangling loosely around her wrist. The smooth metal carving of the dandelion made Alice cherish the good times that she had in London. She only hoped that she could make even bette