FSG_AngelGirl

The Day I arrived In London

I took at deep breath and inhaled...burning plastic. I strolled down the unhygienic floor, already wishing I was a thousand mile away, back home.

“ Come on, Lucy, stop acting like fuss pot and get on with it!” mother snapped.

I shrugged and trudged on. I turned out of the airport and tried to pretend it was sunny, but I guess that even pretending doesn't make London sunny. Rain. Rain. And more rain. That was all I could see. And all when I'd even thrown on my best sleeveless top!

“Mother! I want to get out of here! The rain's ruining my new high heel shoes, most of all my make up is…ahhhhhh!”

“Stop your yapping. Come on!”

She bundled me into a car, and an hour later I entered the extremely ‘fancy’ hotel, the London Marriott. There was a huge chandelier in the entrance. I felt like it would fall on me, though I felt quite special. I walked in my wet and soggy clothes and shoes. I entered the white and cream room, where I saw the two double beds. I loved it!

And, of course, that is when I found out that mother forgot to book. They said we could only stay for two days in this hotel

“Why do you always have to do this?” I moaned

“You keep your mouth shut! I had to remember everything - the packing, the booking, the flight and the time! You just put on your silly make up. You won’t put it on from now."

“Bu -”

“Not a word” she stumbled on. I found that there was waffle shop and crepe and whipped cream on it.

“Umm, yummy”