It was a week after my family had died, and I had got on a plane to London. Why? Because I always wanted to go there and nobody was going to stop me. So I got on a plane about five days after they died. It was a Tuesday at 4:30am, and arrived in London at 12:45pm. I only brought a backpack full of clothes, some makeup, and a toothbrush and toothpaste.
I was walking around the big city, lost, but I didn't care. I guess I ended up near Belsize Park. I rounded a corner and saw my favorite actress Melinda Rose, walking down the street. I walked up to her and started to talk to her.
"Hi, my name is Blyss, and I'm a huge fan from Minnesota in the United States," I told her.
"Hi, it's nice to meet you Blysss," She said back to me, "What did say your last name is?"
"I didn't, but its Anderson," I answered her.
"Cool," she said, "Can I buy you a coffee?"
"That's nice of you, but..." I started to say but she interrupted me.
"But your parents will be looking for you?" she asked me.
"No, they're dead," I told her.
Right when I told her, I saw the look on her face; it was like a sad yet guilty look. I wondered why she had that look on her face, but I didn't ask. I was considering taking her up on that coffee. Then I decided I would.
"Well I guess if you still want to have a coffee, I'm free," I told her.
"Yeah, absolutely!" she said rather nervously, yet she seemed excited.
I followed her down the street, to the coffee shop on the corner. We walked inside and ordered some coffee, and sat down at a table next to a window in the front of the shop.
"So who are you here with then?" she asked me.
I hesitated. "No one, I'm here alone." I finally said after about a minute of silence.
"Oh...Where are you staying?" she asked me another question.
"I don't know yet," I answered.
"Great, then you can stay with me," she offered.
"No, I shouldn't. I can't barge in on your family time," I told her.
"No, really I insist," she told me, sounding convincing.
"Um, well ok I guess."
About ten minutes later, after some more chatting, we got up and left. We walked to her house, and in the front door. Ben Jonson her boyfriend and a movie director greeted us at the front door. He looked a little puzzled when I walked in after her.
"Who's this?" he asked.
"Oh, this is Blyss. She is going to spend the night," she told him. Then she turned to me, "I'll show you where you will sleep,"
I followed her up the grand staircase, down a hall that was on the left, and in the first room on the right. The room looked so expensive. The walls were painted a light shade of gray. The floors were medium dark wood. The room was light, and bright. It has four big windows that look out into the big green yard.
"This is it," She said.
"Wow, its so beautiful," I said as I waked in and set my backpack on the couch.
"Is that all you brought?" she asked me as she walked over and sat on the couch that I was standing by.
"Yeah," I said as I looked at my bag.
"Oh, well we will go shopping tomorrow then," She told me.
"No, really, that's okay. Your already doing more than you need to," I tried to assure her.
"No really I insist. I never have a good reason to go shopping, and also I want to take you," She told me.
Then she left me alone in the room. I was tired from the plane ride, so I decided to take a nap. I walked over to the bed that was on the opposite side of the room and laid down and fell asleep.
