The sky was a greyish colour, that did not add to Phyllis Wickets mood as she walked to catch the bus to school. Being moved across the world at age 12, was something she had been forced to do by her parents. They had left their comfortable farmhouse in Ontario, Canada, for the shitty like city of Liverpool, without any explanation.

Phyllis had discovered that the things her parents had told her and her brother and sister about the city were a lie. It was not a beautiful city, it was grey and dull compared to the lovely colourful countryside back home. There house was not big and attractive, it was 10 times smaller and the houses were close together. The people here were not nice, as Phyllis had discovered. She had been here for 2 months, and the only kind of communication she got from anyone, was all the girls that bullied her at school. She now hated school, hated Liverpool, strongly despised her parents, and was even starting to hate the old Elvis record she had. Phyllis would have made friends, if she wasn't so damn shy, and she knew it.

But after all the harassment at school, she could really care less about friends at the moment, She just couldn't wait to have enough money to buy a ticket of some sort (plane or boat she didn't give a damn) back to Canada. When she reached the bus stop, she noticed that for the first time in a long time, she was actually early for something, and treated herself by sitting on the bench. Her mother hated it when she sat on public benches, as she thought they were 'germ infested dirty dumps'. Her mother was a academic woman, that married poor, and tried to raise all three of her kids to be mini models of herself. She did alright with the first two (mainly Phyllis's 'perfect' sister Mary) but failed when it came to Phyllis, who had no talents in her mothers eyes. Phyllis had rather just avoid her mother a lot, because the only time Eliza Wicket seemed to talk to Phyllis, was when she got in trouble, or to nag on her. Which caused a very awkward relationship between the two.

Phyllis stretched out her stockinged feet, grimacing at the ugly navy blue skirt and jacket that she was forced to wear as a school uniform. A small sniffling caused Phyllis to look to her left of the bench. I boy, around her age, stood beside her, looking out at the street. He noticed her looking, turned to her and smiled.

"Morning." he said.

"Morning." she replied quietly before looking away.

"Nice day, eh?" he asked. She looked back at the boy, smiled a bit and shrugged.

"I suppose. Its kinda grey."

"What else would it be?" he asked with laugh. She smiled back politely. "You Arthurs sister?" the boy asked. He had such a thick accent, she could hardly understand him. Then again, all of the accents were thick. But she nodded. "Thought so. He's a nice lad." he said. She smiled at him. The dark green double deckers, could be heard a block away it seemed, as Phyllis heard its old rattling in the distance. The boy seemed to notice, and looked down the street (Phyllis had been looking down the other way of the road, causing the boy to smile)

"That old piece of crap is going to blow someday." he said. Phyllis hadn't been paying attention, and just nodded while looking at her feet. She didn't really know what to say to the boy, and she was very much relieved when the bus came into plain view. She stood up from the bench, and watched as the bus hissed its way to a stop. "Oh, by the way, I'm Paul. Paul McCartney." he said extending his hand. Phyllis shook it gingerly.

"Phyllis Wicket." she said.

"Phyllis, would you care for a bit of company on your way to the Inny?" he asked pointing at the schools crest on her jacket. Phyllis turned ten shades of red, but nodded. "After you." he said as the bus door opened. Phyllis smiled, continued to blush, and climbed onto the bus.