A book written by a middle schooler: my embarrassment that I can't part from

Cheerio darling!

We landed on a rainy runway, and I was itching to find someone to hookup with, maybe a member of 1D, if I was THAT lucky! Damn they were fine! But you know, I would settle with a cute mailman.

I turned to Lucas, "Excited?" I asked. "Yes! I'm totally gonna get laid! Maybe a Russian supermodel or something?" He said. I looked at him, so young, so innocent. Thinking he would get to be within 20 feet of a supermodel without being escorted off the premises for being a pervert.

3 hours later.
I thought I packed a lot, but you should have seen all the bags Laura packed. Enough that it took 1 hour and a half to wait for them all. I turned to Julia, "Where to?" "Well, Maurice should be here to pick us up, and them we can head to my flat, and maybe do some sight seeing." I looked around and found the sign, Fitzpatrick, It read. I ran over, "Thank god, get me out of here before more of Laura's bags come!"

The happy young man laughed "M'lady. Are you with Julia Fitzpatrick? I am Maurice." "Are you by any chance, a butler?" I batted my eyelashes. "I'm, married..." he said uncomfortably. I straightened my self out, and said "Well, Maurice, thank you, my bags are over there I'll be waiting outside." And I stomped away. I could get used to acting rich, even without the affair with the butler.

I looked around out side for possible connections, but alas, no one was attractive enough to be worthy of me. Lucas came up to me , "yeah! So excited!" He turned to a girl, "hello, I'm Lucas and I'm from Canada." Obviously the girl ignored him, but A for effort Lucas. He turned around and said, "DAMN!" And damn was right. Behind him was a 6 foot tall, long legged, blonde supermodel, totally out of his league.

"No, I beg of you DONT DO IT! It's too painful." I begged. He walked over confidently, where he said something which caught her attention. She laughed and replied, which made him jump up and down excitement. He ran back over to me, where he said "That was Olga, and she's a Russian supermodel, going to Paris with her. BYE!" And he ran to her.

Well, Lucas is gone. He's basically already on a milk carton to me. Laura, Emile and Julia walked up behind me. "Where Lucas!" Julia asked. "Ran off with a supermodel. Don't ask." I said. "Don't want to know." Emilie said.

We piled into Julia's car with Maurice. "Welcome to London!" Julia said.