Thank god for Sunday, after yesterday, I need that holy day of rest not only to gain some beauty sleep, but also to give me extra time to gain some dignity that i lost last night after falling splat on my face in front of the 5 fitties.
As I lay in my sleeping bag, I couldn't help myself by indulging my mind with the thought of one lad in particular. He had, what looked to be, the softest brown hair that just covered his eyebrows with electric blue eyes that could have pierced my soul. Along with his pink lips and slightly tanned skin i must say. HOT DAMN.
After a lenient 30 minutes of daydreaming about the mystery fella in the pub. So I got up, got showered dressed, breakfast, brushed my teeth and then...
What the hell is that?!
As i looked up from brushing my teeth i notice a purple splodge on my eye...
"FUCK! MUM!!!!!!"
Obviously she thought someone was dying so I heard a thunder of footsteps across the landing and then into the bathroom, but as they noticed as I wasn't dead the grinded to a halt...
"What is it sweetie?"
"MY EYE MOTHER! LOOK!!"
As she examined, poked and prodded my bruised eye she muttered to herself that I did have college tomorrow, and then it twigged, man am I slow, tomorrow is my first day at my new college. As if my life couldn't get worse.
So instead of unpacking my worldly possessions i spent my morning playing with make up to cover my new bruise. But it was fun I felt like a child because when I didn't have the right make up I would borrow mum's and play like I was five again.
I decided that an early night was best after a none productive day, but mum insisted that i go for a walk and 'chill my beans' after Fleur called me a blueberry. Silly little child, grrrrrr...
I walked up to the town and peaked through the shop windows at the lovely twead jackets and brogues sat in the local clothes shop and the colourfully iced muffins in the bakery window. It kinda calmed me down.
"Excuse me?"
Not for me.
"Excuse me?"
Maybe it is.
As I turned round it turned out he was talking to me.
And he was, it was him, it was the fitty from the pub!!!!
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Newly single.
Teen FictionA true London girl has been dumped and is newly single and back on the market. After her break up she is doing alright until her parents drop the M bomb on her that "we are moving to Yorkshire" as she continues to call it middle earth it becomes her...
