not finished

Angela walked to the side of the road as she heard a car come roaring up behind her. She loved walking in the middle of the street, and today was no exception. The day was beautiful-it smelt like rain, and the sky was very gloomy looking. Very London-y. Angela loves London. As she thought about all the best things about the UK, she moved back to the yellow line in the center of the road. What IS the best thing? Better food or awesome accents, she wondered.1

Another car passed, and she decided on the accents. They were so wonderful and luring and...British. So glamorous, so...British! There was really no other way to describe it, but Angela definitely was obsessed with it. She-zooom! What the hell; that car almost ran her over! Angela didn't want to die any time soon, and she realized that in her thoughts of British accents, she wasn't paying any attention to anything...including that of those cars wizzing past her.2

She was now standing in the middle of the busiest street in town. Cars were flying past her every second, and there was not a single break in between. How could she have been so careless? Angela was just starting to get terrified that she would be stuck there forever, when a honk made her jump ten feet in the air. A car had stopped! Oooh, how nice. They were going to let her cross to the other side (was she a chicken?). Of course there was a line of a million cars behind the stopped car, all honking, wanting and needing to get to where they needed to go right that minute, so Angela hurried up and crossed the street.3

She waved thank you, and expected the car to go on, but the car just stayed sitting there. The honking getting more annoying, cars soaring by on the other side, and this red Toyota just sits in the road-letting no one pass. She stood and stared-this car stopped for her and now it won't move. What the heck was going on?4

Or maybe it didn't stop for her, she sighed, as she saw a tow truck come up beside the stopped car. Angela felt very foolish in thinking that she was special enough to stop for. She started to walk again, and then heard the biggest noise you could have ever heard. She turned around and saw a burst of flames coming from the stalled car, and they were heading straight for her! To get out of the line of fire, Angela could either go to the left (be roadkill), or go to the right (be in the forbidden forrest). She chose the forrest-after all, it was only forbidden because it was so big and you could easily get lost.5

Being lost was better than dead, she thought, as Angela heard a huge boom and bash and crash. The noise was deafening; the heat, my god. She felt like she was a chestnut roasting on an open fire. Whatever had happened, she didn't know. And she didn't want to know. The noises kept at it as she layed in the green brush, and she sat there wondering, "When will this end? I have to get home and change...my piano lessons are in less than an hour!"6

She looked at her watch, and sighed. About ten minutes later, she figured, she looked at it again to get a more accurate reading (she didn't have the most perfect time skills), and realized it was still the same time as it was when she last looked. Great! It was broken...7