It is night here in London, the moon is up, the sky is dark black. Nothing to be seen except the moon and the lights in Piccadilly Circus. I am alone and there are only night busses to be seen. By the way I am Alvin, my house is in Middlesex. I am 15 years old and blah blah blah... Who cares about that except if you are doing and assessment on this at school. Anyways, I don't want to go on the night bus. I have heard of bad and eye popping stories of people who go on London night busses never return safely back home. I am just going to wait for a taxi to pick me up...
It is 1 in the morning and no taxi has been able to be seen. I am worried, what if I have to sleep on the floor and have a shower in this fountain!! Oh god! Help me! It is so cold, wait, I forgot my jumper at the night club! No!!!! My mum is going to kill me!!
Oh look! A man!
"Excuse me, are you closing the shop? I feel really cold and I need to get home back in Middlesex".
"I can't do anything young man, do you know your mums phone number"? Says the old man.
"Yes, here it is".
"I have tried to call your parents but they aren't answering their phone".
"Oh... OK thanks for trying".
What shall I do now? I am alone here and I am in London. I don't even know much about this area, what shall I do??
I'm guessing that I have to sleep here for the night!
