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My Trip to Milan


            When everything in life stops and you feel like you are stuck in some sort of black hole, and there is no light in the end your whole body screams for changes. You don't hesitate for changes and you let it go. That is what exactly what I did. I became my own puppet master, and it was time to pull the strings in the right direction. I still recall everything as if it happened only yesterday, probably, because from that day on everything changed.
             Three days till half term. I decided that I will start my half term bit early ,so I knew I will be spending those three days at home as well. The weather was awful, it had been raining for few days in a row, and everything outside my room's window looked so sad and grey, as if the whole nature was sobbing, because the winter was just knocking on the door to come in. I did't dare to go outside, so I wrapped my self in blankets and just layer in bed whilst watching shows. My eyes were glued to my MacBooks screen while watching tons of pointless telly shows. In all honesty those shows made me feel save and comfortable, because even if only for 40 minutes, I was able to live a bit different life ,and feel some empathy for my life. While dreaming abut perfect life in California, with a giant house and a Lamborghini in the garage. When I suddenly got interrupted by the small hurricane my phone was making on my desk. .
             As I picked up the phone all I heard were screams full of joy and excitement. It was my best friend, she was totally out of breath, because of all the news she had to tell me. She rang me to tell that her dad has bought her 2 invites to Milan's fashion week in Italy, and that she is allowed to pick someone to go with her, so she without any hesitation had ring me. She explained that I have only few hours to give her the answer if I'm going or not. So a giant panic was awaken in me. I stormed out in my room, and ran as if I was on fire to my parents room to ask if I can go.


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