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Chapter three is up, thank for voting and commentating and reading! I apologise if it was short.

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**Ellie**

If you’ve never experienced this feeling I’m feeling right now, how will you be able to advise me on what shall I do? First off all, you can’t. I haven’t told you what I am feeling right now and I won’t. In order to be a good counsellor, you must know what I’m feeling from my expression and the way I talk. I don’t know when I started to feel like this, it began yesterday and I just want to throw this feeling out of me.

“Are you ready?” Eliza called as I applied my nail varnish on each of my nails carefully.

“Yep!” I said popping the p as I walked out of the room and into the lobby where Tom, Eliza and Amelia were standing. We were going to check out London since tomorrow we were heading home.

Since I had no sleep last night, I had no intention of going out today but it was Eliza and Tom who changed my mind. We walked down to the Underground and decided to go to Knightsbridge where they had some amazing clothes.

“Hey that’s my ice cream!” I yelled as Eliza took my ice cream. It wasn’t fair, everyone knew I loved ice cream. We walked some more until Eliza started shouting.

“Get off me!” She shrieked as some man tried to grab her bag. I was just about to tackle him when Tom jumped in the middle of me and punched the man. Him and Eliza shared a glance before breaking it off.

“Thanks Tom!” She said shaking, scared at what had just happened. I gave Eliza a jealous glance. Why the heck was I feeling like this? I didn’t like Tom in that way but it’s just that the way Tom should have been treating me, he treated Eliza like that. We walked along Oxford Street till Eliza and Amelia decided to call it a night.

“You’re so anti late nights!” I yelled as they started to walk back. This was our final night here, might as well enjoy it right?

“I’m tired!” Eliza cried so I let them go back, they were tired. That left me and Tom to see some sights. It was only nine pm but Eliza had to train in the morning then go back home so I understood. If I was confirmed to have to last spot on the swimming team then I’d have to train hard.

“You okay?” Tom asked as we walked down Mayfair Road.

“Yeah why?” I stammered. I couldn’t tell him what I felt. Could I?

“You look pale,” he remarked as we watched the sun rise. This time I really felt like saying something but I didn’t.

“I’m fine,” I insisted. This time he shrugged and we walked into a coffee shop. It smelt good and I could tell it was fresh coffee.

“Hi,” a middle aged later greeted us as we entered the coffee shop. It was so homely and more me than Starbucks.

“One latte and, Tom what about you?”

“Um… same please,”

“Okay,” the lady smiled and left us. While the beverages were being made, me and Tom decided to talk about the weather. What a stupid topic I know but we had never been left alone before like this so it was awkward.

“It’s cold in Plymouth, like -500!” I exclaimed, trying to make conversation. He looked at me funny.

“I know,” he said. The lady came back with the drinks and we sipped them silently until Tom checked his phone.

“It’s your dad, wants to know where me and you are,” he rolled his eyes.

“Tell him we’re having fun,”

That would teach my dad, he had to understand that we couldn’t train twenty four seven and seven days a week.

To round off our trip, we decided to walk down the river Thames and make it a memorable night. The night shone so bright and the stars sparkled as we embraced the true beauty of the river.

“Having fun?” Tom smirked as we stopped near a bench.

“With you, always,” I smiled. I decided to look at the river in a closer view so I walked over to it, leaving Tom behind near the bench. As I bent over near the barrier next to the river, I felt a gush of water embrace me as I realised that I was in the water and I couldn’t get out. I tried shouting for help but I don’t think Tom was in sight and my iPhone was wet. I shouted a bit more and Tom came running near me, trying to help me to grab his arm and get up. I struggled a bit but he never let me go and I got up and accidently bumped his head.

I didn’t realise what was going on until he leaned in and edged closer to my face.

I’m so evil to leave it on a cliff hanger xD sorry!

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