London carries my fate
Chapter 8
"Chips, chips, I need chips!" I said as I said as I roamed down the aisle.
"Um, excuse me, do you have chips here?"
"Yah, they'll be ready in 20 minutes..."
"What are you talking about? Don't you just have them in a bag?"
"No, then they would get cold!"
"Wait, I said chips right?" I said, now unsure.
"Yah, chips."
I was getting aggravated. Then I spotted some in the aisle behind me.
"Oh, here they are, I'll take these."
"Those are crisps!" The boy at the register replied.
WOW. I was so stupid. Now I regretted not researching English food on the plane. In England, chips were crisps. DUH.
"Oh sorry," I said, my face flushing. "I'll take these...crisps."
"Finally...." The boy at the register muttered, clearly annoyed.
I slowly walked back to the hotel. "Well, that took a long time!" I said.
I ate my chips/crisps loudly, without a care in the world, not noticing that I had obviously taken a wrong turn.
"Hi there." A middle aged man asked devilishly, blocking my path. He was obviously drunk.
"Um, hi. excuse me, I better be going..." I said nervously.
"No no, stay a while, we're just getting started...." He rebutted.
Just then, two other drunk men came to stand next to the one who was seriously scaring me.
I could've taken the first psycho, but all three of them combined? I was getting really nervous.
The men dragged me away, into a dark alleyway, too far from any human eyes.
I screamed for help, but one of the men covered my mouth with his disgusting hand. They laughed boisterously and continued to drag me farther away from the pub. At this point, all I could do was pray.
Suddenly, amidst my praying, the disgusting hand of one of the three villains was yanking away from my mouth. I think I might have blacked out, but I remember hearing punches and cries from the psychos. What was going on? I thought to myself. Right before I fell into unconsciousness bright blue eyes and blond hair appeared by my face. It couldn't be... I thought to myself as I drifted away from reality.
"Um, excuse me, do you have chips here?"
"Yah, they'll be ready in 20 minutes..."
"What are you talking about? Don't you just have them in a bag?"
"No, then they would get cold!"
"Wait, I said chips right?" I said, now unsure.
"Yah, chips."
I was getting aggravated. Then I spotted some in the aisle behind me.
"Oh, here they are, I'll take these."
"Those are crisps!" The boy at the register replied.
WOW. I was so stupid. Now I regretted not researching English food on the plane. In England, chips were crisps. DUH.
"Oh sorry," I said, my face flushing. "I'll take these...crisps."
"Finally...." The boy at the register muttered, clearly annoyed.
I slowly walked back to the hotel. "Well, that took a long time!" I said.
I ate my chips/crisps loudly, without a care in the world, not noticing that I had obviously taken a wrong turn.
"Hi there." A middle aged man asked devilishly, blocking my path. He was obviously drunk.
"Um, hi. excuse me, I better be going..." I said nervously.
"No no, stay a while, we're just getting started...." He rebutted.
Just then, two other drunk men came to stand next to the one who was seriously scaring me.
I could've taken the first psycho, but all three of them combined? I was getting really nervous.
The men dragged me away, into a dark alleyway, too far from any human eyes.
I screamed for help, but one of the men covered my mouth with his disgusting hand. They laughed boisterously and continued to drag me farther away from the pub. At this point, all I could do was pray.
Suddenly, amidst my praying, the disgusting hand of one of the three villains was yanking away from my mouth. I think I might have blacked out, but I remember hearing punches and cries from the psychos. What was going on? I thought to myself. Right before I fell into unconsciousness bright blue eyes and blond hair appeared by my face. It couldn't be... I thought to myself as I drifted away from reality.
Notes
I hope you guys liked it!My friend wrote this one.
8/4/13