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"Just calm down would you. For a few moments at least. You have got ages to think about what you are taking with you, 20 minutes before you have to be out of that door." Pausing to listen to my mother's unhelpful words has cost me yet another few precious seconds, seconds that I don't have to waste, not now anyway. I won't snap at her mind, she is the sole reason that I have the opportunity to be going where I am. You see, she has agreed to lie, to my somewhat over protective father, about my whereabouts, I owe her big time.These were my thoughts as I realised, after having overslept by no less than 2 hours, that I had precisely 18 minutes to get a whole four days worth of necessities together, before leaving the house. Not to mention getting washed, dressed and making myself presentable, no wonder I was panicking! I was meant to be going to visit my boyfriend, who I hadn't seen for 8 weeks, at his home in London. As usual I had decided I was too tired to bother organising my stuff the night before, I thought I'd get up early and pack whilst my mind was fresh and awake, I was wrong! So, I began trying to do about three things at once, it wasn't working, mum tried to be useful but she seemed to be getting in my way more than he
The carriage quickly filled to capacity, with German tourists, screaming toddlers and old grannies entering at every station stop. Stood in the corner of the living room, twinkling in the candlelight, was a Christmas tree decorated in silver balls and blue tinsel, it looked beautiful but something was wrong, there was not the presence of the pleasing alpine scent. However his little sister, Katrina, was what could be described as a different cup of tea altogether, she made her entrance about 15 minutes later, stomping down the stairs, just as I was settling, and literally spat hello at me and left. I reluctantly socialised for a few hours and, to my amazement, I had an amazing time. I awoke about ten minutes later to the sound of Paul trying to bash the door down! He was shouting "You OK in there? Hey Sasha are you alright?" After realising what had happened I chuckled and replied, to which he said exhausted "Don't ever do that to me, I thought you'd drowned or something. Then a few people began drifting over and talking to us, breaking the silence, I was introduced to a colossal amount of people, but I remember the first, the host I had guessed, a guy named Ed. I started thinking about the many times I had lied to get what I wanted, deceit had almost become a tradition within our dysfunctional family. We reached the high street without seeing a single person, very strange as it was a Saturday evening, as we turned the corner to go towards Camden and the party destination, I saw the most amazing site, the shop windows were all lit up displaying the most over the top Christmas scenes, even though they were what you would expect, there were just so many different variations that it had me transfixed for a few moments, so this is what Christmas is like in London, I thought. At two am I heard the loud boom of Josh's voice, "Hey, wake up, HEY!", I opened my eyes to find myself staring at a white ceiling decorated with Artex and realised I was indeed back on Josh's soft mattress on the third floor of 30 Burghley road, Kentish Town.
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Hey Sasha,
Portsmouth Trust,
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Paul Stood,
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