* Dream*
" Evalighn. I love you". Mom whispered while letting go of my hand.
" No! MOM! PLEASE DON'T G-".
BEEEEEEEEEEP!
* End of dream*
I sat up in my bed crying.
Maybe I should just get up instead of going back to sleep. I don't want to have another dream like that for a while.
I slipped on my white fluffy bunny slippers, grabbed my card, wallet and phone. Than made my way towards a local Starbucks down the street.
A Carmel mocciauto sounds nice!
*Ding*
" Hello welcome to Starbucks! How may I assist you today?!".
" Hello! May I have one Carmel Mocciauto please?!".
The waitress nodded before going behind the counter to grab my deliciousness.
" Here you ma'am, that will be $3.50".
I handed the lady my money, grabbed a couple napkins, then made my way to a window seat in the back then sat down. Sipping my drink in the process of doing so.
Well, their's a plus about moving to London! Being able to come to Starbucks in the middle of the night.
Oh ya....it's kinda like.....2:30 right now...so...umm....ya.
.
I just watched as people came, got their drink, then went back to wherever they had to be.
This - is - boring!
*Sigh*
I slumped back down in my seat, hoping a stranger would at least come up and say a polite ' hello' before leaving.
" Ma'am, you've been here for about 2 hours. Is something bothering you?".
Ever so slowly I looked up to see a waitress with a comforting smile, smiling back I said
" Ya i'm fine".
She nodded then went back to her work.
.
As the hours kept coming and going, I looked infront of me to see 20 empty cups of Carmel Mocciauto's.
People started to stare eventually, so I got up and threw my stuff away.
Right when I was getting ready to walk out of the Starbucks. I heard screaming...as in fangirls.....crap!
I ran for my life as I saw them surfacing near me.
What popstar or famous person in general is getting ready to be mobbed?
After running for what seemed like hours, was minutes.
Eventually, curiosity took over me...I turned around.
Wrong decision!
* Boom!*
" Oh my god! I'm so sorry! Here let me help you!" Someone pulled me up and started running again.
" PUT! ME! DOWN!!!!!!!" I screamed once I saw his face.
" I'M NOT GOING TO LET THOSE FANGIRLS EAT YOU ALIVE!".
Sadly, I don't take 'no' for an answer.
Quickly, I moved in a specific position that my sensai taught me in karate class. Then flipped out of his grip and started running again, ignoring the pain that was errupting in my knee.
