27- My own Fairy Tale
When we touched down in London, I was severely underwhelmed. I had never been here but of course you hear all sorts of stories about the weather and how British people have bad teeth, but nothing prepared me for the dismal scene that greeted me when I stepped out of the plane.
The weather was indeed miserable, I could barley see anything because of the fog which was of course then covered by a thin sheet of rain. I let out a sigh as I pulled on my rain coat and walked down the steep steps out of the plane towards the black SUV that waited for us. Axel opened up the back seat door for me and I climbed in waiting for us to begin the second leg of our long journey.
While Axel and Rory bickered over who was putting my ridiculous amounts of bags in the trunk I hunted
