it was a dark stormy windy night. the clouds looked like cotton candy. they were black. blackberry flavoured.
lucy walked up her bin bagged stairs and her new harry potter gucci 2k gold plated glasses laid there half-dead.
she stood on them.
crushing them.
breaking there last string connecting them to life.
oh no.
lucy realised and squirted out tears. she threw a full on tantrum and stared at her glasses furious.
she dropped to the floor, and, without second guessing herself, performed perfcect CPR to CPR by her favourite singer Cupcake. she did an operation cracking the glasses wonky noodle arms back into place like a bone. it worked.
thank god. she thanked the gods above she didnt believe in, unlike olivia who was catholic.
she slotted the slightly bent glasses back on to her face.
something was wrong. seriously wrong!
a lens was missing!!
well that cant be good.
she rushed back to the stairs where they initially broke. she ripped through every binbag hanging, desperatly searching for the lens.
luckily, she found it and somehow slotted it back into place.
they were fixed, miraculously.
without anyone finding out, she went on with her night, as normal!
