Chapter 3
I was woken up by a stewardess tapping me on the shoulder saying
“It’s time to wake up darling were in London.”
I opened my eyes and saw her beaming smile and got my things together and walked off the plane.
I headed over towards baggage claim. I got there before it started, after about 5 minutes the bags and suitcase started to come out. I watched for my bag. I waited 20 minutes and bag still hadn’t come out. I waited another 10 minutes and finally the dark green suitcase with light green and black flowers came out.
I walked out of the airport and started walking. I pulled out the address to the LondonTowerBridge apartments. (Or flats that is what they call them in London) I stopped to figure out where I was and I heard a set of footsteps coming towards me. In sweet gentle British voice the person says.
“Are you lost love?”
“Oh…um…yes I’m looking for the LondonTowerBridge apartments.” I said when I turned around to see a beautiful girl with dark brown hair and light brown eyes.
“Oh I live there too I’d be glad to show you where it is.” The girl said
“Oh thank you this is my first time in London. Oh I almost forgot my name is Niallan by the way.” I said to the girl as we started walking to the apartments.
“I’m Doniya” she said
“I feel like I have seen you before. Do you have a twitter account?” I asked
“Yes it’s @ Doniya_Joy_M why do you ask” she said with a confused voice
“It’s just that I follow you and I love your touritals with hair and makeup and things.” I said as we walked into the building named LondonTowerBridge.
“Thank you, what floor do you live on?” She asked
“3” I said
“That’s my floor too” Doniya said smiling
We stepped into the elevator and went up to your floor. When we stepped out Doniya asked “What is your flat number…oops I mean apartment.”
“320” I told her
“No way I’m 321.” She responded to me
“Were neighbors, no way I never thought I would find a friend this easily.” I said and opened the door to my house
Doniya showed me around and asked “Why do you already have furniture in here?”
“My dad paid for it to be already furnished.” I told the curious girl
“Oh that’s cool well…I’m going to go back to my flat knock if you need anything.” She said
Doniya walked out of the door and over to hers opened it and went inside.
I started to look around and walked into the kitchen to see if there was any food since I was really hungry. I opened the fridge to find no food. I decide to go tell Doniya I was going to go get food. I walked out of my door and over to Doniya’s I knocked and she answered.
“Hey Niallan what’s up?” She said opening the door
“I was just going to tell you I was going to go buy some food.” I told her
“Oh you will need some euros.” She told me
“Euros what is that?” I asked
“Its money here there is a bank just down the street go there and trade in your dollars for euros.” She said
I thanked her and left. I walked down to the bank and traded my money in for euros. I walked out and a man was watching me I started to walk quickly and he started following me when I stopped at the end of the road he finally caught up with me he grabbed my purse from my shoulder I tried to get back when he swung at me. I fell to the ground. I heard two sets of running feet coming up from behind me. I heard someone say in thick British accent “Stop that.” Then I heard an Irish accent say “Leave her alone.” Then every thing went black
I do not own the London Tower Bridge. I hope you guys are enjoying this. My friend and I love getting comments on the story. Tell us what should happen next. We love you guys. Thanks for reading :)
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