British Invader

British Invader(Editing)

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What will Stephanie do when a British guy visits her neighborhood? How will this change her usually boring summer? What happens when they get off to a rocky start with racial tension? Will race be an issue as they become friends and enemies all in one summer's time? 

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Preview: As I opened the door, my little cat family swarmed to me. All four kitties nudged their heads against my legs asking to be petted. I squatted down and fulfilled their wishes. Once they were all purring, I gently pushed them aside and sat down in a crisscross applesauce manner. I repositioned my guitar in my lap and leaned my back against my front door. Closing my eyes, I focused on the song of nature. Birds seemed to be chirping from all over my front yard. They were always perched on the higher branches away from my cats' paws. This distane made their song turn into a sweet soft melody as it reached my ears. I opened my eyes, trying to glimpse the choir of birds, but the golden sun that was high in the sky left me blinded. I closed my eyes again and began playing my guitar. All 8 cat ears turned my way as the first chord rang out horribly. I realized the tuning was nasty because I hadn't applied enough pressure to the strings. Going for a G chord, I tried again. This time the sound that rang out was perfectly tuned and approved by the cats as their ears stopped twitching. I lost track of time as I relaxed on my front porch. Playing my guitar, I only stopped when the car traffic picked up, blocking the sounds of my instrument. For the first time I noticed how boring my neighborhood was. My neighbors were mostly old people and I hadn't seen one teenager or kid yet. I had almost accepted that this summer would be as boring as the rest. Just as I was ready to go inside, the pulsating music arrived to my house. I looked for the source, but there wasn't a car in sight. Not yet anyway. I decided to sit back down and wait for this bit of entertainment. At the least I could check out the car that packed such mighty speakers. Turning the corner, the source of the music was a dark blue mustang with racing strips. What surprised me was its turn into my drive way. As the driver ascended to my house I could do nothing but ogle him. I don't know who this sexy guy was, but he was definitely the answer to my boring summer.