the summer i turned beautiful [l.t]

Chapter 5 -- Utopia

I walked down the street which took me about 10 minutes, but it could’ve took shorter if I haven’t stopped so many times. Sigh, but its LONDON!

I opened the door to the bakery and the bells chimed as I walked in.

“Good morning, miss!” said an extremely chipper 60-year-old woman as the cashier.

“Good morning to you too! This bakery is absolutely beautiful!”

The bakery was filled with many pastel-colored tiles on the walls, shelves of books, which look very much ancient-like. This bakery has character, my kind of bakery I would approve of. Not like as modern as Starbucks, but modern enough to suit me. I ordered a cup of tea and a cinnamon-raisin bagel with strawberry cream cheese. I actually ordered two, one for Meg. See, I’m such a good sister. Unlike someone… Ermmm…MEG…Ermmm. Cough—Cough. Tired from my walk, I sat down in a little booth and stared out the window while sipping some tea.

Halfway through my bagel, I hear loud screams and some beeps beeps. In a flash of second, 10 girls had ran passed the cafes window and a large trolley, with the words, “One Direction” was written on it. It was like a big, red blob moving at lightning speed.

Then I realized.

“OMG, Meg!” I gave the lady a tip and thanked her and I ran out the bakery, hearing the backlash ofthe bells chiming. I sprinted also in lightning speed (I hope) back to the bookstore. Just my luck, the opening to the bookstore was stuffed with screaming and crying teens trying to get in.

“Damn, it. How am I supposed to get in now…?”

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I stood in front of bookstore for a couple of minutes thinking of a plan to get in. I tried pacing, but every time, I will barge in with a fan in the shoulder and she would scream. Opps. I tried to shmush in the bookstore like the other girls but I got pushed out, like a cassette being ejected. So much for that idea. Sigh, how am I supposed to get Meg? Most importantly the autograph, so I can get the car to drive around London. And pretty much the whole summer. This whole time I was thinking about Meg’s international drivers license. I NEED IT RIGHT NOW.

I had almost no choice but to wait for Meg outside of the bookstore. After one and half hours of pure boredom, a light bulb went on in my brain.

“Holy shit, why didn’t I think of this first? I walked to the corner of the road  and turned in the alley. It was extremely dark so I tiptoed into the alley and checking my back to see if a crazy fan followed me. I walked into the backdoor of the bookstore, but to awake me was a banging of the head.

BOOM!

My head was ringing. Did I faint? Am I dead? My head hurts. Am I back home?