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Moving to London

I jumped in my gray Mercedes and sped off, followed by a white moving van. We stoped at a sign stating 'YOU ARE NOW LEAVING BATH!' I kissed it and zoomed up the motorway, after stuck in traffic for 4 hours, I arrived in London. Now I just had to find Oxford Street.

I dug in my designer handbag to find a pink, sparkly satnav. After five minutes of emptying my bag, my satnav dropped onto the pile of 'lose hand bag stuff.' Well thats what my mum said, she doesn't have any style either. Pink shorts and a jumper will do for her, no heels, no hand bag, no acsserises, NO ANYTHING! I guess im the only one with style in the Showers family. 'Turn left at the roundabout,' said a robotic voice. BEEP BEEP! I forgot I had stopped in the middle, there was a string of angry cars shouting and beeping. I shot off leaving the line of cars.

I am so dumb and gullible. I bunked in school, I was checky and I was stupid. I got bad grades and worked as a cleaner for five months, then I quit. So I found a job in London, now I work as a model for a magazine. AND NOW IM MOVING TO LONDON! YAY! 'You have arrived at your destination' the satnav spoke.

I pulled up to a broken, brown, brick building. My dad was outside the door, smiling. How could dad pay for this. The man on the phone said It was 'the best of the best.' Stupid me, I'm so gullible. 'Well than, here are the keys and good luck' my dad laughed and shoved rusty keys into my hand, 'your room mate will arrive later.' I laughed(unlocking the door) and slamed the door in his face. Who's laughing now, me. Then I see the flat and start crying. I rip the curtains of a arched window, and see the delivery men unloading on a scrap of grass I had to call garden. I lay on a cigarette stained sofa and gaze at the window. I have no upstairs, I only four rooms, there is no light, I only see black were ever we go and I'll never get this to be a proper home. After five minutes of critezing myself I fall into a deep sleep.

I woke to sizzling, and sweet smells of bacon. Then I saw the room, it was transformed from black prison, from my dream house. My lights were put up, the walls were painted white, my pictures were put up, EVERYTHING! It was like looking at heaven, white shot out everywhere.  The sofa I slept on was even turned into my modern couch. I stepped onto the white carpet and squealed in delight. 'Hello Samantha' a tall figure smirked.