"Wow guys this house is huge" I say
"Thank you!" Lizzie said
I get out of the car smelling the England air (I read this while I was editing and I'm questioning why I wrote 'smelling the England air') Oli and Lizzie bring me to my room. It's beautiful!
"Oh my god! (I wrote OMG and then while I was editing I remembered that I get pissed off when people wright short cuts for words) I love this room" I say
"Thank you oli did nothing" Lizzie said
"Shut Up Lizzie! Here I got you a present! Open it!" Oli said
"Ok" I said. I open it to see a new phone 6 and a thousand dollars
"You didn't" I say
"We did" Lizzie said
"I LOVE YOU GUYS" I yell
"We love you to!" Said oli
"We also have friends coming over so you can come down or stay up here" Lizzie says
"Ok" i say
(The party)
I'm sitting in my room every one down stairs partying. I get bored and start to sing a song
"White lips, pale face
Breathing in snowflakes
Burt lungs, sour tast
Lights gone, days end
Struggling to pay rent
Long nights, Strange men"
"And they say
She's in the Class A Team
Stuck in her daydream
Been this way since eighteen
But lately her face seems
Slowly sinking, wasting
Crumbling like pastries
And they scream
The worst things in life come free to us
Cause we're just under the upper hand
And go mad for a couple grams
And she don't want to go outside tonight
And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland
Or sells love to another man
It's too cold outside
For angels to fly
Angels to fly
Ripped gloves, raincoat
Tried to swim and stay afloat
Dry house, wet clothes
Loose change, bank notes
Weary-eyed, dry throat
Call girl, no phone
And they say
She's in the Class A Team
Stuck in her daydream
Been this way since eighteen
But lately her face seems
Slowly sinking, wasting
Crumbling like pastries
And they scream
The worst things in life come free to us
Cause we're just under the upper hand
And go mad for a couple grams
And she don't want to go outside tonight
And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland
Or sells love to another man
It's too cold outside
For angels to fly
An angel will die
Covered in white
Closed eye
And hoping for a better life
This time, we'll fade out tonight
Straight down the line
And they say
She's in the Class A Team
Stuck in her daydream
Been this way since eighteen
But lately her face seems
Slowly sinking, wasting
Crumbling like pastries
They scream
The worst things in life come free to us
And we're all under the upper hand
Go mad for a couple grams
And we don't want to go outside tonight
And in a pipe we fly to the Motherland
Or sell love to another man
It's too cold outside
For angels to fly
Angels to fly
To fly, fly
For angels to fly, to fly, to fly
For angels to die"
I hear clapping. I slowly turn around to see everyone clapping
"So guys this is me and Lizzie's adopted kid" oli said
"She was amazing" says a man "oh ya I'm callum that's Jess" Callum said
"Hi" Jess says
"Hi" I said
