It's the morning since we'd been running marathon. And we're in the airport to our hometown, London. And here, we've been grabbing the tickets. And the tummy is knocking.... Well let's have a meal.
And once again, French cafe. Okay, we enter, and the waiter drags us to a particular table, table number 6. I begin suspicious, and strangely they usher us the special food as well. Oh God what the hell the signs mean... And... E-s-c-a-r-g-o-t oh the hell i dislike it very much. A sticky part combines well as the slimy part joins afterwards. Okay. I then throw up, and am being laughed at by people. Best part in Paris.
It's there, the plane which is taking us to our hometown. And suddenly the same waiter drags us secondly to the plane. Oh my god. We are being watched. God please...........
...
"Hey honey... wake up its there, London"
"Wwwhat? London?" tiredly spoke.
"Yeah... its been landing and we're goin' home" he brightly voiced
"Are we going to be safe?" my eyes are sparkling
"Of course"
"To be unseparated?"
"Ya... it will be"
"Are we seeing our family? And...."
"Sure. It's exactly."
"Perfect." I'm going to hug him.
The bright sun shines accompanies the twilight, shines at him who is stooping right in front of the pane, stooping at me. I see him shiny. He hugs me. And he wanna... kiss me. Suddenly i realize. It's not Robert's hug. It's a dream . And I am finally conscious, and sure enough he really is not him. He is the waiter. I slam him, see my side, and i couldn't find Robert. I run through the passenger, flee from a deadly kissing. We're so close to the huge welfare.
*I really AM out of idea so I cut the chapter and then will be continued very soon! Let it be read first.
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The L(F)uck of Being Fat
Mystery / ThrillerI'm Stephanie. I'm a unique girl. Every girl wants to be slim and pretty. But it is not the same for me. I didn't care about my body. So, when I confess my love to the boy I fancies, he rejected me. Who wants me if there's a bunch of better girl? Bu...
