I finally did something i shouldnt have. i grabbed the metal handal bar on the door and screamed 'Let us in! we are the winners! How dare you let us wait here without a fight!' Katy pulled me back as i squirmed out of the lock she held me in with her arms. 'Lucy we wont win if you talk to them like that!' she yelled at me. "who says we are all going to win? after all it is a competition,' Ditte sneered.
A smart tidy looking man aproached the door and examined us with his beady eyes, then opened the door.
'go away' he said in a posh voice.
I looked up at him, he was so very scary up close. 'but sir you see we are here for the one direction contest' Mathlide sighed, flattening a stray hair on her head.
'go away i said' he repeated I gathered my courage again, "Look mr who ever you are you have no right to be so rude to us when we have the leaflets and posters that exactly state the competion rules and conditions so dont tell me to go away or ill complain to the manager of this whole place!' I shouted stamping my feet.
He opened the door wider guiding us inside.
as we walked past him, he whispered in my ear 'il have you know i am the manager and ill be watching you with a close eye my dear.' he quietly said, smurking delightfuly.
I saw the the blonde Gel-like hair again. but before i could say anything, he was there right infront of my eyes. Niall Horan, he seemed interested in Mathlide, wich made us all very unfortunate.
'so your the winners?' he said in a strong irish accent. 'and your my lucky pot of gold' he said flirtingly looking at Mathlide.
A smart tidy looking man aproached the door and examined us with his beady eyes, then opened the door.
'go away' he said in a posh voice.
I looked up at him, he was so very scary up close. 'but sir you see we are here for the one direction contest' Mathlide sighed, flattening a stray hair on her head.
'go away i said' he repeated I gathered my courage again, "Look mr who ever you are you have no right to be so rude to us when we have the leaflets and posters that exactly state the competion rules and conditions so dont tell me to go away or ill complain to the manager of this whole place!' I shouted stamping my feet.
He opened the door wider guiding us inside.
as we walked past him, he whispered in my ear 'il have you know i am the manager and ill be watching you with a close eye my dear.' he quietly said, smurking delightfuly.
I saw the the blonde Gel-like hair again. but before i could say anything, he was there right infront of my eyes. Niall Horan, he seemed interested in Mathlide, wich made us all very unfortunate.
'so your the winners?' he said in a strong irish accent. 'and your my lucky pot of gold' he said flirtingly looking at Mathlide.
