Woso one shots part1

Chapter 23 page 29

This is crap and sort sorry
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I had just gotten off the plane; it was nothing special. I've been told that I'm going to get picked up by someone getting my luggage. I walk out the tunnel thing. I see someone with a sign that says my name walking up to him. We exchange words, then we walk to the car. Nothing special. We pull up outside where I'm going to sign my concert. I get out of the car and thank the person getting my bags. I walk into the place. A few people I recognize are walking in the opposite direction. I find the room where I was instructed to go walking. There are cameras everywhere and a shirt with my name on the back. This doesn't feel real. The last 72 hours feel like a dream. I sing the concert and do all that stuff. On the way out, I see Alexia Putellas, Aitana Bonmatí, and a few others. They look in my eyes, but I don't stop as I need to get to the hotel and get a bit of sleep before going to Ibiza and calling an Uber. I get to walking into the hotel. I get a room. I go to sleep. I wake up the next day.

Ibiza was fun. I'm now on my way to Manchester to park up the rest of my stuff and say goodbye. I open the fire. In the apartment, half of the stuff is missing, like everything didn't happen, like nobody was here. I go to the bedroom, pack up a little bit, let in the dresser, and then move on to the bathroom. "What the what have you done?" goriges face stairs me back in the face, my hair is bonding, and half of my eyebrows are gone. "You made me mess up." I remember that day I was bored, so I decided I was going to die my hair. When I finished that, I wanted to put a slit in my eyebrow. I ended up with no eyebrows. If you're wondering, it took 6 months for them to grow back. It was the worst, but the best time of my life. I packed up the stuff in there. Walking into the living room, I saw all the Lego we built together. She took hers, and the flowers I did for her. She's let me the rest. I pack them carefully, backing all the blankets and stuff. Everything was packed. I'm staying here tonight, then I'm going back, falling asleep on the couch. I wake up and walk to the door. After outing all the stuff in the truck, walking out the door, it was empty. Everything was gone. I'm still a bit stuck on page 28, but there isn't any more room to write. So, as I turn to page 29, maybe our story won't end here. I guess we'll just have to see what happens next.