So there I was, minding my own business walking down the streets of London.
Wow, I sound like a grandma, but anyways, there was the usual rainy weather but it was still nice out; well to me at least.
I was humming a song by Panic! at the Disco as I walk-skipped down the road. I stopped once in a while to look into the little shops that I passed by with their little assorted goodies in the windows. I guess I was too oblivious to my surroundings, because as soon as I started walking I bumped into something, a telephone pole. I rubbed my head where I hit the pole.
"Ugh stupid telephone pole" I muttered as I cursed under my breath. I looked around, only hoping no one had seen my little run-in with the pole.
I walked a little farther down the more quieter streets and I again bumped into something or possibly someone.
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Boy Trouble
RandomThe names Cara, I'm 20 years old and I'm a New Yorker at heart. I grew up in the big city and I decided I needed a change so I moved here, London England. Not that London is small but it's a change from The city that never sleeps.Plain life right...
