A Dream

8.

After eating our chocolate fruit we continued to walk around the festival. We were a little tired already , that's why we weren't interested in any of the faster rides. We sat down on a wooden bench standing a little further away from the rides and crowds around them. "I could show you a little more around town tomorrow. What do you say? " Harry asked. "I'd love to, but first we'll have to help my parents, if you don't want my mom to snap. " I warned him and laughed. "Yes, of course. " he said and couldn't help but grin aswell. Harry took his phone from the pocket of his coat. "It's nearly ten, I'm afraid, we'll have to go now. "Harry explained. "Hmm, too bad but OK . " I answered and stood up. We were just walking down the street to our neighborhood as there was a bright light behind us. "Do not turn around. " harry told me whispering. "What was that? " I asked a little scared. "A camera. " he answered. "Don't worry . That kind are photographers they just want fotos. You won't have to talk to them. Just keep walking. Pretend you didn't see them. "He pulled me in front of him a little so I wouldn't be recognised in the foto as easily. "Let's go around the corner and keep walking a little further. They'll give up on us if we won't do anything interesting. " he explained. We increased our walking speed.