Note: This part is extremely short due to it just being an intro.
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We left. Everything in the car, ready to go. And we just left. I was wearing my big coat, comfy trousers that are too short, fluffy socks, new jacket and favourite t shirt.
First, went to the service station nearby so we could put some more fuel into the car and dad could get a coffee. And then we just left. Before I knew it we were on the M3.
I kept watching the signs. Everywhere. It kept flagging up that the M20 was closed between J8 and J9. It didn't effect us anyway, so we just ignored it.
Soon, I noticed a pattern of us following the signs that took us toward London Gatwick and the M25. We followed those signs for a while before we started going in a different direction, towards the M20. Soon, there were signs for the Channel Tunnel. And that's when it started to sink in:
we were actually leaving the country.
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tunnel sous le manche • the girl scared for her life
RandomShe was just traveling to France... TW: literally anything could come up in this story. I'm just writing it impulsively. The cover is not the channel tunnel. The inside of the channel tunnel scares me too much.
