Sorry for the MASSIVE wait, I've had exams to do and I'm only just freed up for a half hour session. Hope you like how the story has gone so far.

Matthew :)

Nicolas awoke.

It was 7 o'clock in the morning. I knew I should get up, but I didn't. I just wanted to lie in the covers for all eternity. But I knew I couldn't. Today was the day when I had to go after my mother's killer. Today was the day where his journey began, a journey that he was starting to regret before it had even begun. I had to get justice for my mother, and I would do anything to get it. I gingerly rose up from my cotton captor and started to pack. I got a large backpack out from under my bed and started to stuff in t-shirts that he hadn't worn for weeks, not caring to fold them. I threw in socks, underwear, a phone charger, toiletries, and underwear. The stuffing continued and soon, the now very heavy backpack was ready. I looked around my room and noticed the small framed photograph of his family, beside his bed. I walked slowly over to it, the floorboards creaking beneath my comfy slippers. He picked up the small picture and touched his finger to the glass. I rubbed my finger over my mother's printed cheek. I sighed to myself, and carefully put the picture into his bag. I slung the bag over my shoulder and went into the kitchen. I picked up a yellow sticky note and a chunky permanent marker. I wrote:

Dad

I might not see you for a while. I'm gonna go and spend sometime with a friend for a couple days. Don't worry I'm not doing anything stupid. See you soon. Love you.

Nicolas

He hated lying to his dad, he really did, but what choice did he have? If his dad knew the truth he would never let him go, heck he might even call the police. I didn't know what to do so I opened the door and took off to Jemma's house.

She was already waiting for him outside her house. I hugged her when I saw her and she started the car. We threw our packs into the back seat and closed the doors. We were nervous and we didn't really know where they were going. Before they could set off, Tom ran towards them and jumped into the car.

'Surely your not leaving without me?', he said, a grin upon his face.

'Course not', I said, my face full of surprise and relief.

'Well we should be heading off then', Jemma exclaimed.

Tom and I were pulled into our seats as Jemma floored the accelerator. She pulled the steering wheel sharply to the right, the car drifted (sort of) round the corner, the tires squealing in delight. Tom and I looked at each other. Maybe Jemma could drive pretty well after all. We were off, but we had a long way to go. The truth was I didn't know if I wanted to go. I had no idea what was to come.

We had been driving for what seemed like hours, the dark and winding roads guided me onward, accompanied only by the sound of heavy metal. The truth was that they had no idea where they were going, but they all shared one vision, revenge. I turned to look up the window of the bartered Chevy, but I saw only blackness. I closed my worn, tired eyes and I drifted into a heavy slumber.