As I walked the cool streets of London, I couldn't help but smile. Everything here was just so perfect. The smiling people on the streets, the smell of fresh morning coffee. I had only been here for a few days, but it already felt like home.
I sighed as I thought of back home, in America, in that little small town home of New Fruitland. I threw my Starbucks coffee cup in the trash can out side the door of the hardware store. I gathered the few necessities that I would need to use when fixing up my new apartment.
My apartment was on the older side of London. and quite frankly it wasn't in such good shape, but I figured that it was sturdy enough to last me through the years that I would be attending the University, and maybe even then some. All I needed was some paint brushes and my paint. I went up to the paint samples and grabbed the ones that I had decided to use in my little apartment. a navy blue, a deep, but light red, and some white. These will be my main living room. the wall with the front door will be navy blue and in the center will be a white anchor. another wall will be white and red stripes with a black, ship wheel in the center. the other walls in the main part of the apartment I don't really know. maybe white with blue and red stripes up towards the ceiling. I ordered my paint and some primer and the man told me that it would be ready in 15 minuets. so I grabbed a basket and decided to look around. I found my paint brushes and set them into my basket and was studying some home improvement magazines when the man at the paint counter called my name.
" Ellie Dawson?"
"That's me!" I replied and grabbed the paint cans from him, thanking him as I went up to the counter to pay.
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as I stepped out of the hardware store my paint brushes in my messenger bag, as with the home improvement magazine that I was looking at, and my paint cans in, two in each hand, and just t o let you know paint cans are VERY heavy. I just looked down at the ground and with a determined mind I began to walk towards my new home.
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I let out a sigh of relief when I got to put down my paint cans when I was waiting for the crosswalk light to show me that I could cross. I looked across the street and saw this rather large group of people. G r e a t . I thought to myself just what I need. a mob of people to get through with these heavy paint cans. maybe I could swing them around and hit people with them so that they would clear a path for me.
ah better not.
as I crossed I saw that most of the people had disappeared leaving only a few people and Harry Styles?
