Every morning at exactly 5:30 my alarm goes off, I rush to the TV and turn it on to find... Billy Bobby Tilmson. He was the local news presenter and I tuned in every morning at 5:30 and every night at 8:30.
Ahh Billy bobby, his black hair slicked back full of shiny hair gel, his two front teeth, one tooth bigger then the other, his smile that takes up his whole face and his green eyes. Ahhhh. So beautiful. I've been watching Billy give the news since I was four. He is now 46 but age is but a number. We are going to get married I just know it. all my friends tell me I'm crazy, yeah crazy in love for a hunk.
As I sat there watching Billy report the news, eating my porridge, he announces
"Come and see me and my co host Debra down at the local markets where we will be reporting live"
I choke on my porridge, I cough and cough until I spew. I can't believe this, this is my chance.
I told my parents I was sick and couldn't go to school, once they went to work I did my long orange hair it two long plaits with green ribbon on the ends. I put on my mums red lipstick and try to do my makeup. I put on my lucky green and red dress and my boots and away I went. I hopped on my bike and rode all the way to the markets.
After 2 hours I finally arrive, there he stood, wearing a blue shirt which showed his sweat marks clearly, and shorts that showed off his hairy chicken legs, I start to get butterflies, I'm so so nervous.
