Friday, 3 August 2007
11:38:14 AM (GMT)
I sat at my makeup table, and applied my best pink lipstick, I got out of my green
sweater, and my jeans, and put my best hot pink satin dress and some pretty white
I sat back at my desk, undid my brown pony tail, and brushed it all out. I plugged
in my curling tongs, and curled my hair nicely.
Then I took two curls and clipped them back with a white diamond clip. I put on my
white pearl necklace, and got my baby pink purse out.
I stood in front of the mirror. I heard the taxi outside. It was time to go. I
clicked down the stairs. I breathed in and got in the taxi.
"Everton Lane please" I said.
When I arrived, I walked past the big fountain at the end of the road. I walked down
the spotless pavement, past well kept lawns and bright neat flower beds. I finally
got to 65 and breathed in. I felt sick with nerve. I slowly climbed the steps to the
front door. I knocked. I waited. He opened the door. It was him.
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