Chapter 3
Liz walked up and down the shops for hours, going in to every single shop. There was a 'Boots', a library, a Thorntons (chocolate and toffee) shop, two gadget shops right next to each other, a couple of newsagents, a post office and a 99p shop called 'Fads'.
The first thing Liz did was to go into the Post Office and transfer her American money for the British currency. The lady behind the desk said she only changed notes, so Liz took out every single note and laid them on her desk. The lady gasped, but hid it with a slightly small cough. Liz had over a hundred notes in her wallet. Liz had brought her entire bank account with her.
" Eh, miss, if you don't mind me asking, where did you get all that money from?"
" This is my entire American bank account, miss. I hope you aren't appalled."
" Oh, no miss, I've just never seen this much money-"
" But you work in a Post Office!" cut in Liz.
" I was going to say, I've just never seen this much money, at one time."
" Oh, okay. Um, how much British money can I get out of my American notes?" asked Liz, still shocked by the womens' widened eyes.
" Let me see, here you have 100, 200, 300, . 38000, 39000, 40000 dollars," she counted.
" So do you know how much I have in British currency?" asked Liz, almost irritated as the she had been there for 15 minutes, and still didn't have any cash in her hands.
" Let me just work this out. hmm. hmm . you have, eh, drum roll please, (the lady at the other desk tapped her fingers on her desk) £34,000."
" Thank you, at last." Replied Liz gratefully.
Liz left the building and headed straight across the street, and stepped into the bank, and joined the queue with her notes safely tucked into her wallet, which was in an inside pocket of her coat.
When Liz got to the front of the queue she told the accountant, " I'd like to open a bank account please."
" Yes, miss." He replied, grabbing a yellow paper form from the tray behind him. "Name?" he continued.
Liz wanted to keep her real name confidential to herself, so she said, " Mia-Eliza MacInnes." A girl she had read about who lived in the 17th century.
"Address?" he asked.
Liz looked clueless. " Uh, homeless."
" Miss, we can't let you have a bank account without an address, who would we sent your bank statements to?"
Again, Liz looked puzzled.
" The Estate Agents are at the end of the street. Under the underpass, passed Safeway's, and straight opposite in a large glass building beside Macdonald's. Okay?"
" Mia, thank goodness I've found you! Your grandmother is worried sick!"
" I'm sorry, who are you?" asked Liz, to the handsome, but old-fashioned young man that had just strode in the doorway.
" Mia-Eliza, you are delirious. I am your grandmother's carer, Christopher Wood."
" I am sorry to hear of this grandmother, em, Mr. Wood, but I don not have a grandma, mine died four years ago. She was run over by a car." Said Liz, matter-of-factly.
" You are coming with me young lady, how dare you disobey me." He slapped Liz across the cheek and Liz glanced sharply down, and gasped.
She was dressed in a long brown dress with small white frills at the bottom. Her sleeves were puffed, and she had a lacy blouse on, and most surprisingly a corset, at which she could not bend her back. Her little handbag had turned into a small brown suitcase. Her hair was in long, beautiful, curly, brown locks, and as Liz put her hand to her head, and realised she was wearing a rather posh, brown hat, also with white frills, this time around the rim of the hat. At this point in time, which was now two hundred years previous of the present day, Liz, or rather Mia-Eliza, fainter, right there, on the wooden floor of an old bank.
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Liz walked up and down the shops for hours, going in to every single shop. There was a 'Boots', a library, a Thorntons (chocolate and toffee) shop, two gadget shops right next to each other, a couple of newsagents, a post office and a 99p shop called 'Fads'.
The first thing Liz did was to go into the Post Office and transfer her American money for the British currency. The lady behind the desk said she only changed notes, so Liz took out every single note and laid them on her desk. The lady gasped, but hid it with a slightly small cough. Liz had over a hundred notes in her wallet. Liz had brought her entire bank account with her.
" Eh, miss, if you don't mind me asking, where did you get all that money from?"
" This is my entire American bank account, miss. I hope you aren't appalled."
" Oh, no miss, I've just never seen this much money-"
" But you work in a Post Office!" cut in Liz.
" I was going to say, I've just never seen this much money, at one time."
" Oh, okay. Um, how much British money can I get out of my American notes?" asked Liz, still shocked by the womens' widened eyes.
" Let me see, here you have 100, 200, 300, . 38000, 39000, 40000 dollars," she counted.
" So do you know how much I have in British currency?" asked Liz, almost irritated as the she had been there for 15 minutes, and still didn't have any cash in her hands.
" Let me just work this out. hmm. hmm . you have, eh, drum roll please, (the lady at the other desk tapped her fingers on her desk) £34,000."
" Thank you, at last." Replied Liz gratefully.
Liz left the building and headed straight across the street, and stepped into the bank, and joined the queue with her notes safely tucked into her wallet, which was in an inside pocket of her coat.
When Liz got to the front of the queue she told the accountant, " I'd like to open a bank account please."
" Yes, miss." He replied, grabbing a yellow paper form from the tray behind him. "Name?" he continued.
Liz wanted to keep her real name confidential to herself, so she said, " Mia-Eliza MacInnes." A girl she had read about who lived in the 17th century.
"Address?" he asked.
Liz looked clueless. " Uh, homeless."
" Miss, we can't let you have a bank account without an address, who would we sent your bank statements to?"
Again, Liz looked puzzled.
" The Estate Agents are at the end of the street. Under the underpass, passed Safeway's, and straight opposite in a large glass building beside Macdonald's. Okay?"
" Mia, thank goodness I've found you! Your grandmother is worried sick!"
" I'm sorry, who are you?" asked Liz, to the handsome, but old-fashioned young man that had just strode in the doorway.
" Mia-Eliza, you are delirious. I am your grandmother's carer, Christopher Wood."
" I am sorry to hear of this grandmother, em, Mr. Wood, but I don not have a grandma, mine died four years ago. She was run over by a car." Said Liz, matter-of-factly.
" You are coming with me young lady, how dare you disobey me." He slapped Liz across the cheek and Liz glanced sharply down, and gasped.
She was dressed in a long brown dress with small white frills at the bottom. Her sleeves were puffed, and she had a lacy blouse on, and most surprisingly a corset, at which she could not bend her back. Her little handbag had turned into a small brown suitcase. Her hair was in long, beautiful, curly, brown locks, and as Liz put her hand to her head, and realised she was wearing a rather posh, brown hat, also with white frills, this time around the rim of the hat. At this point in time, which was now two hundred years previous of the present day, Liz, or rather Mia-Eliza, fainter, right there, on the wooden floor of an old bank.
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