I cannot believe how fast this trip has gone. I mean it is weird to think that is was 5 days ago that we left the school gates and now we are leaving Scotland. I know that time fly’s when you are enjoying yourself but why can't it be the other way round. Like Art goes so fast but when I have English with a teacher who constantly talks (No jokes) it goes so slow. I am so glad I got to drop french this year as it was so boring it seemed to last for hours not 1 hour.
We are all very upset as we sit down for our last breakfast enjoying the lush croissant and other British delights. The food hall is practically silent apart form the occasional scrap of knives on butter, or in Alfie's case dropping the butter dish completely. " Right you miserable lot, we may be on our last day but don't forget we still have until lunch time to wonder around The Princes Mall so the quicker you get ready to leave with your cases in the coach the quicker we get to go shopping." shouted Miss Vans from the top of the table as usual. The girls started cheering but the boys just stayed the same. My money is that they would rather go straight home but TOUGH LUCK because we are going shopping.
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As we carried our cases to the coach we loaded them on and hopped onto the coach with the rest of our spending money in our purses to spend in any designer shop we could find. We couldn't get the back again but oh well we just sat in twos with Katy on her own. “Whose turn is it to be on their own next time then” she asked.
"It's Kelly isn't it" piped up Sam who hadn't spoken for ages.
"Kelly you're on your own next time because we all have," said Katy "It's only fair"
"Yeh whatever" I replied not really listening because I was doing the drawing game with Rihanna where one person draws a head, then a body, then legs and then the feet. As always it looks like a very freaky alien, called Blobbie. After several failed drawing later we arrived at the shopping centre. We had to be in groups of 3 or more (perfect for our group of 5) and then set foot into The Princes Mall in the heart of Edinburgh centre and it was massive. The entrance on it own was amazing and the rows of shops inside like New Look, The Body shop and Lipsy.
"I want to go in Tourist Part for a sec to get a souvenir for my Mum and little Brother" I said as we walked past it.
"Okay I wouldn't mind a Scottish magnet for my collection." Rachael replied while the others dragged their feet inside as they really wanted to go to The Body Shop. After only 10 minutes I choose a little top for my brother and a keying with a Scottish guy in a kilt for my Mum.
After wondering in and out of a few designer places we had spent our money on tops and trainers in Super dry, we headed back to the coach and the back row was full of all the sluts including Eve eating her new boyfriend's face off. They have only been going out for just over 24 hours.
"Aha Kelly that means you are on your own for the trip. Sorry babe." Said Rachael
"Nah it's okay, Its only fair and I have other mates right, the only reason I hang out with you guys is because no one can understand my madness." We all chucked for a while as I sat on the empty pair of seats opposite Katy. I took out my phone and started playing Subway Surfers for a bit waiting for the final few people to realize the time. "Hey, look at my new iPhone 5 case, it’s awesome right." said Eve with a smug look knowing full well that none of us could afford to carry around a £500 phone in my pocket. We all just looked at each other and ignored her b*tchiness.
As the last people boarded the coach people had to sit where ever they could. "Um... Kelly could you just move you bag please so I can sit in window seat next to you please" Said a familiar voice above my head. I looked up it was no other than Chris Morris.
"Yeh sure" I said moving my bags.
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