One dark September night, the taxi was just arriving and I carried my luggage, from my house to the car. I couldn’t believe it; I was finally going to London. I’ve waited for this trip, since I got the ticket from my mom, at my birthday in February. But now it is finally happening, I jumped out of the cab and walk in to Copenhagen airport. I was through the security check in 10 minutes, and got on the plane really quickly. “Get ready for lift of! Next stop Heathrow airport, I am your captain and I hope you will have a pleasant flight.” As I landed in London I met my guide, who drove me to my hotel. As we came closer I saw a huge sign “The Ritz” it said. “Is that my hotel?” I asked “it certainly is,” he said. I walked in at the long hall, where a very fine man, welcomed me and asked my name, “Linus, Oscar Linus” I said. He gave me a key and I had my own piccolo to show me my room. It was late, so I went straight to bed. The next morning I went down to the coffee shop to get some breakfast, as I stood in the line I heard two guys talking about earlier in the day there have been some shooting just outside my hotel and I haven’t even heard about it. I asked the receptionist, he said it was some local gang fight, nothing to worry about. When I got back up, I packed my stuff and left my hotel. Just as I left my hotel room, I ran in to my old friend Robert “are you living here?” he asked, “Yes I am I just arrived” I said. “Nice, do you want to see the town? I can show you around,” “of course I will, let’s go!” When we came down to the front, he walked to a huge Range Rover, and sat in. I couldn’t believe it; it wasn’t like home at all. Just as we arrived at the Thames, there rolled an even bigger car in right next to us. To big men in suits stepped out, one of them drew a gun and fired it in the air. Robert turned around and grabbed his gun and shot both of them, I was chocked. Robert started the car and drove. When I came back to my room there was a horrifying silence, I took a deep breath and walked in. But there was nobody. Later that night, when I brushed my teeth I looked in to the mirror. I looked closer, there was I dark spot, and I lifted of the mirror. There was a microphone; I didn’t even have the time to put the mirror back up when Robert kicked in the door. He grabbed my arm, and we ran to the elevator, just as the door started closing, a bullet hit the door. On the way down to the ground floor Robert gave me a gun, just as the door opened a man jump in with a gun drawn. Everything stopped, I wasn’t thinking, I pulled the trigger. The second after, I saw his all bleached body lying there right in front of me, I killed a man. I took a life. When he police came they took the last guy who was still alive, when they pulled him out he cried and yield that I killed his brother, and if I ever returned to London he would kill me. So I shall never pay London another visit if I can help it.
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