Chelsea's P.O.V
That boy, wow. That's what Louis looks like in real life? I couldn't believe my eyes.
"That's £3.50 please." The cashier said impatiently, I was too stuck in a far away land to hear her though.
"Dumb blonde." She mumbled as she reached into my bag and grabbed the money.
Suddenly bought back from loopy land, I yanked it out of her grasp and threw a fiver in her face.
"Keep the change!...and I'm not blonde! I'm Strawberry blonde." Dumb cashier more like. And I ran out of the shop quickly, just to get another glimpse of heaven.
Of course, when you in the crowd of London, there is obviously going to be lots of people. Scanning around, I could spot a pink stripe. He was walking away so I let my giggles go and ran after him. The hill that I was climbing up was so very steep for a girl like me, I walked into an ally to have a rest, but I knew that I had to get going before any thugs came along and took me. This was not one of my best idea's as I was in there too long. And, well, a skinny boy came along wearing a black balaclava, gloves, a leather jacket (Stolen) , and gun. He headed towards a white van, it looked scary, although i didn't get a proper look at it as he put a needle in my leg. I struggled hard but the needle sliced through my skin like a knife, so I had a large gash on my calf. I was in agony so it was hard to keep my eye lids open. A wave of perseverance hit me hard and I opened my eyes wide. The memory of my mother gave me strength, so I kicked him hard where the sun dont shine, and ran from his grasp. Pleased with myself, I smiled and jogged back into the london crowd. Suddenly, a large figure came past me and knocked my agile body over carelessly. The injection suddenly kicked in, and I fell to the ground in deep sleep. My last memory was being picked up bridal style, by a boy with messy hair.
