Hi, my name is Stella Meredith (fancy, I know), but you can call me
Star. I want to tell you about something that happened a few years ago. It was
pretty weird, but also cool.
My parents are Lord and Lady Meredith, and they don’t care about me.
Like, AT ALL. They don’t even notice I’m there.
Whenever I ask if I can do anything with them, they just tell me to go
to my rooms. (I’m not kidding, we live in a palace, and I have a whole floor to
So one day, I decided to run away. My parents clearly didn’t want me,
and probably never would.
One day, I stopped at the museum. I thought I’d just stay the night. So
I definitely wasn’t prepared for what happened...
‘That’s not what I said, sir,’ trilled Mother (she insists on me calling
her that) on the phone. ‘I said we wanted four sofas, six armchairs
and eight tables.’
Mother and Father were ordering furniture for the fifth living room. I
had asked them if they could come and watch my solo at the class Music Concert,
but Mother looked disgusted and told Helen (one of my maids) to take me to
school. I sighed, and put on my uniform.
I go to a private school, so there are only five people per class.
Mother and Father never turn up for anything that isn’t to do with makeup,
money, or luxury products. Anyway, I was in the middle of Year Seven, (my last
year at school, because Mother wants to present me to court at fifteen, and I
am thirteen now), and we were holding a music concert. I had a solo, and I
thought that just this once, my parents might just want to come and
see me sing.
I thought wrong.
As soon as I said the words ‘will you come?’ Mother screamed blue murder
and told me what an ungrateful child I was.
‘You are properly spoilt, Stella Meredith,’ Mother shrieked. ‘We have
given you more than enough, and yet you want us to waste our time on that -
that concert of yours! I have told you, you will not be a
singer! You will marry a rich man, and settle down! This is the twenty - first
ignored her, and went to write in my diary.
October 1st, 2005
‘You will marry a rich man’ indeed!
No I shall not. I despise Mother’s old - fashioned ways. I will be a singer. I
am fed up of all those silly boys Mother introduces me to. I have had enough!
~ Blankets ~ Food
~ Clothes ~ First Aid
So that night I ran away. I took all my clothes, some blankets, some
food, and a First Aid kit, and sneaked out of the palace.
On my way to Finsbury Park Station, I came across the Natural History
Museum. I thought, maybe I could rest there, and set off again at dawn.
So I walked in through the entrance. The first thing I saw was a massive
After ten minutes, I managed to find a furry stuffed bear lying down.
Ideal for sleeping on. I laid out my blankets, and put my head on the bear. Five
minutes later, I was fast asleep.
I woke up to someone patting my shoulder.
‘It’s still dark,’ I mumbled. ‘Not time to get up. Ten more minutes.’ The
person stamped its leg. I opened my eyes.
Bending over me was a boy.
I yelped, and sat up.
‘Who are you? What are you doing here? What do you want?’
The boy sat down.
‘Hello to you to. I am Colin. I want to know what you are doing here.’ ‘I -
‘Don’t you have a house?’ Colin asked.
‘I do - but I ran away.’
‘What is your name?’
‘Stella Meredith - but please call me Star.’
‘Great. So, will go get out of my museum?’
I considered this. If I did, then this boy wouldn’t bother me. But it
was so warm in there. ‘No,’ I said firmly. ‘I won’t.’
‘I said GET OUT!’
Colin whistled. Out of the shadows, I saw two people emerge.
‘Darrel,’ he said, gesturing to a girl with long black hair, ‘and Nat.
We are the Runaways. We take in only the strongest, most clever people. You
seem intelligent. Will you join us?’
Darrel walked over to me and smiled.
‘Please? We will not hurt you,’ she said in a soft French accent, ‘we promise.’
I was thrilled at this offer. To join a group people who would understand me
had always been my dream. ‘Yes,’ I said. ‘I would love to join you.’
‘Darrel, Col, we’re locked in.’
‘Nat, you prize idiot, we are runaways. We can break
out. Use your sense of rule - breaking.’
Darrel packed my rucksack.
‘Let us go.’
And then we smashed the windows, just as the sun’s first rays came shining
through the glass roof.
5 years later
‘Are we going or not?’ I ask Darrel. ‘Colin’d be proud.’ Colin has been
taken to an orphanage.
I’m now a fully - fledged Runaway with five years of experience. My
parents put an advertisement for me in the newspaper, but very half -
‘We will go, Star. You are right. Colin needs us.’ And we jump into the