Marie Antoanette, a French writer, travels to England to present her stories. But things dont stay by her side... find out what happens through her journey and how she tries her best against all trouble... with a slight help of James Carter, a stub...
I entered the plane with a deep breath, holding my book tight. Then I found my seat and sat there near an old lady. I wasn't so relaxed for that. And then the pilot said :
"All passengers in flight 853, thank you for traveling with Britain Air. Please buckle up your seat belts. We will go off in 2 minutes. Thank you."
It was already afternoon. I yawned then buckled up my seat belt.
"Are you French my dear? You look like a French lady that works in a supermarket." She spoke. That lady spoke.
"Ummm... Yes i am French. But I'm sorry, I dont work in a supermarket."
"Really? Oh well, you all French girls look alike!" Then she did a funny chuckle that stuck in my mind. It sounded so strange!
Let's just forget the lady, and return to my story. The flight took 5 hours, I slept most of the time.
Here I am! Hello Britain! Helli England! The view was so stunning and beautiful I couldn't resist smiling so widely!!!
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Here I go! First, I needed to find an apartment. And to my luck, there was a hotel just across the road of the book showcase building! My heart tickled me as I felt that luck was getting on my side now!
I booked a room for 20€ a night, it's a very good price till I sell my book. And it's pretty fancy if you ask me! But I admitted I gotta rest the night if I wanted to be active for writing my speech tomorrow in the showcase. Hopefully, with help of my few friends in England, I'll get my shot of joining a better company than my old one. Hmph.
July 18, 2008
It was my first day in England. Daytime was much prettier than nighttime. All the birds creating musical sounds like instruments in an orchestra. The sky is clear blue and the clouds are white as marshmellows. I was aware it wouldn't rain today from the blue clear sky, but since it's autumn, I'll not take any chances. I went out my room and down the stairs. And out I go. First I went to a nearby stationary store and asked the man there to photocopy my book 20 times, then went to my room again and started writing down my speech under the following title : "Marie Antoinette, a French writer."
It was noon already. I was done with my speech and was proud with how it turned out. And luckily, my copies were done! English people are so fast! Holding my books and speech, I headed down to the showcase. The lady in there led me to my spot that was wide enough for displaying my books. Some men came with dark blue paint and painted my walls. I asked them to draw some stars, since my story is about 'dreams'. They agreed but they took a little extra. And then some other bunch of men put some shelves and brought me a table and a chair.
I started saying my speech with pride. No wonder how people started coming to my corner to hear me! I think I'm going to make 4 sales or 5! But I know, no matter what happens, I'll always never give up until I reach my goal!
Author's note :
Hellow guys! UniCat here! Thanks for reading my second chapter of my story!! I wish you like it!!!
