Well, I have to work on my writing skills somehow.. and lately this dream was good enough. *NOTE: Even though London's currency is different from ours I still use American dollars so do not criticize. so here we go;
It was September 23rd. A normal Friday, a normal school day, but not a normal trip. Apparently, I was the only child. For some strange reason, I had this urging desire to travel to London over the weekend. Well, I went downstairs and to my extreme disbelief our house melted away and in its place was an airport.
"Dad, What's going on?" I asked my Father in Russian.
"We're going to London."
I was excited but freaked out at the same time. Would I be back in school in time? Would I have any problems? How much money could I spend? How did we afford airplane tickets? Then I remembered that my Dad ran a small business. I checked my pocket and found six 100 dollar bills. Well, that answered one of my questions. Actually, two questions. It was time to board the plane. My Dad walked ahead of us, and I took my Mom's hand. I felt something rough though. I looked at her hand. She was wearing a net-style glove. Her golden watch was showing well against the black glove. Her coat was pure genuine fox fur, and her hair was in a ponytail that went all the way down to her back.
Literally, what else could possibly happen? So my mother sat by my father. I sat on the edge. All sorts of people were doing interesting things. One young female with ginger hair and a bunch of freckles was doing some magic tricks to entertain two six year olds. The man in front of me was listing all the new invented alcoholic beverages he ever had to his partner/friend. I fell asleep.
My Dad woke me up. I looked out the window and saw Big Ben. WE WERE AT LONDON! As soon as we got out I pulled my Mom to the ice cream cafe. I never knew those existed but I wanted to try everything! After we ate my mother took me to some stores. We got a lot of cute things and so we went to check them out. The total was around five-thousand dollars. I stared at my Mom as she pulled out her credit card.
"Mom you own a credit card?!" I asked in surprise.
"Oui, ma petite chou." (translation; yes my little cabbage. It's like saying yes my cherry.)
"You speak French?!"
I stared at a small magazine stand and my Mom was on the magazine's cover. Top model of the year. Okay, I had to admit that this was getting a little scary. But the change felt nice. After that, Mom, Dad, and I went down to the 2012 Olympic stadium and watched some sportsman train. One of them led a long conversation with my dad, while the female one was talking to my mom about how to keep your hair nice. We were able to ride a double Decker bus back to the airport. We arrived back at our house on Monday's evening. Then, I woke up.
Now I really want to go to London. >.<!