One Loicchiato ,please!

18.05.2015

With tears in my eyes I closed my bag.
~that isn't fair!
~I hate my dad!
~why he do that?

I went through the exit of the hotel and stopped a taxi.
I told the driver , that he had to take my to the airport.
He shaked his head and started the car.
Almost 10 minutes later he stopped at the marked -to pee.
I looked at my Smart-Watch :11.09AM.
The driver came in and I told him to forgot the airport...

After a few minutes I got out of the taxi , the driver told me to pay 23€ , but I just had in pounds.

I opened the door and ran down the hall ...11.29AM...room number 114!
I pushed the glasdoor away and started to call Loïc.
As I saw his shocked eyes I felt in his arms and gave him a kiss.
His teacher started to talk on france and wanted to pull me out of the room.
I cryed and said that I had to left belgium and ,that this kiss was the lastone for a long time.
The old teacher babash caled the security which took me out of the building , I screemed that I would write him , when I would been at home.