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We met in town as, we usually do, on the Saturday morning at 11 o'clock sharp. or at least,
it would have been sharp if I hadn't been the only one on time. I sighed to myself. I knew
that Ray might not turn up, but I really hoped he would, and I wore my new top specially.
"Amy!" Cried Sarah from the doorway of the shopping mall "I'm sorry I'm late, there was a
mild panic involving a tarantula and a shoe, but that's fine now"
I laughed "It's OK Sarah, has Gerard texted you yet?"
"Yeah he texted me this morning saying-"
We were inturupted by the arrival of Daisy and Bryony.
Bryony began what sounded like a long story.
"Laurensgonnabelatecosshesleptlateandthenshewasn'tawakewheniphonedherandtextedherthismorning
andtheniwenttoherhouseandshewasn'treadyandthenihadtogetfromherhousetoherewhenicouldhavebeen
doingallmycourseworkand-"
"She's gonna be late, cos she always is." The simplified version from Daisy was much
appreciated.
"Has anyone else had a text from the guys?" Sarah asked
"No-one had any of their numbers except you!" I said, sounding more annoyed than I meant to.
"Uuuum... Well... I got Frank's number..." Said Bryony, blushing as she said it.
"What the -?!" I said
"I found it in my coat pocket yesterday afternoon...."
"GASP!" Daisy exclaimed.
"SARAH!" I said, drawing her attention back to the quiestion in hand. "What did the text
say?"
"It said 'are you in town, we got your umby'" She said.
"Aha! So more that one of 'em must be in town....

. . . .

We met up with the girls, and we all got their numbers, as was the main aim of the day. We
didn't want to leave as soon as we'd given Sarah the umbrella, so we dragged them into Tesco
metro to buy pasta pots.
"Bloody pasta, why has it gone up so much in price??" I heard Frank whine from the cabinet.
"Because, Tesco's monopolising the world?" I said
"Aah, too smart Mikey..."
We exited the shop pretty swiftly, because if we hadn't left voluntarily, we would have been
forced out of the shop, due to the large volumes of teenagers, chavs, and oldies.
"Lets go to the Hoe" Suggested Bryony.
"YEAH! GRASS!!" I could sense Frank going a bit over the top, but I decided to leave him to
it. They'd find out about his slight hyperactivity eventually anyway......

. . . .

We arrived at the Hoe. I personally thought it was a pretty good choice of place to go,
bearing in mind that there aren't that many places to go in and around Plymouth...
After the usual (and by usual, i mean that the last time we came to the Hoe) buying of ice
cream, we made our way to the area of grass by the lighthouse, and settled down to eat them.
A bird flew around over our heads, and we all moved to one side slighty, to avoid the seagull
shit that we all knew was coming. We began to relax, until we watched it crap, right in the
direction of Lauren's face.

. . . .

"SHIT!" i screamed, and rolled into Mikey.
Everybody laughed, and we all took this as our cue to sit up.
"Lauren, have you seen how narrowly you missed that flying rat's shit?"
"Yes, and it's quite worrying..." I said

. . . .

"I can't feel my sodding hands" Moaned Daisy
I laughed. "Why did you get ice cream then?"
"Because, Bryony, I could feel my hands before I got it"
"Here, borrow my gloves" Said Bob, handing her a pair of black and luminous green gloves.
I felt slightly jealous. Not because Bob was lending her gloves, but because i wanted a
certain someone to let me borrow their gloves.....