Original writing - Journey To Newquay.

           When we arrived at North Station everyone was tired but in high spirits. The tickets were pre-booked so all we had to do was hop on the next train to London. We fed our tickets through the electronic gates and went through to the platform. As we turned the first corner the large suitcase that I thought was a fantastic idea to bring suddenly became a terrible one as we faced several huge sets of stairs going both down and back up again. I decided to tackle the problem by simply dragging the case down the stairs behind me and soon realised the error of my ways as the case careered past me seemingly taking on a life of its own before crashing to an early death at the bottom of the stairs, much to the amusement of my travelling companions. We got to the platform and waited a few minutes before the train arrived. We settled near the train doors so as not to have far to drag our cases off the train. I had Heddle on my left, who seemed to be the only one of us who was wearing sensible travelling clothes, Alex and Morehen facing me, and Greenall on my right. I listened to Eminem and ate winegums until the train rushed through the familiar brickwork arches of the derelict part of Liverpool Street Station, which meant we would soon be disembarking.

            As the train coasted in to Liverpool Street I instantly noticed the cosmopolitan bustle of the city that was not present in Colchester. Alex being hopeless at travelling from A to B wherever he was created hideous complications in the usually simple journey from Liverpool Street to Paddington, which was where we were catching the train from directly to our destination. He insisted that we hang around Liverpool Street for some unknown reason and persistently argued with anyone when it came to which tube line we were going to. Shortly it became clear that I was the only one who knew where we were going so the job of navigator was passed on from Morehen, the supposed organiser of the trip, to me.

         We soon arrived at Paddington and were instantly surrounded by other people who looked like they were on their way to Newquay. Everywhere I looked I could see guys and girls in customised holiday shirts with their names and numbers on. A group of lads a few metres away from us who were sporting the shirts were trying their luck with every girl that walked past. The idea of getting such shirts had crossed my mind but I was glad I eventually decided against it, as they didn’t seem to be getting any positive attention. The voice over the tannoy announced that the train headed for Newquay had arrived at around 11 o’clock and instantly everyone in the station began striding towards it. A shock ran through me as I remembered Morehen saying that all the seats on the train had been booked. I knew our seats were secure but Heddle began to look worried as he had only booked his ticket two days previous and did not have a seat number on his ticket. We rushed to our seats hoping for a spare one nearby but had no such luck; our carriage was packed tighter than the segments of an orange. Heddle simply shrugged his shoulders and ambled down the train to find a seat, looking slightly disheartened. This train jolted in to motion and I took the time to look at the people seated around us. They all appeared to be from the same group; there were around fifteen of them, boys and girls all of a similar age to us. I soon realised when they cranked up the volume on their CD player and began imitating the latest UK garage sensation that this wasn’t going to be a pleasant few hours….