Day Eight!

Danielle

Breaking into my best friend’s apartment as she doesn’t answer to the ringing of the doorbell surely isn’t one of the most glorious moments in my life.

Also, it would be quite funny if someone would actually call the police because of me.

They would find a pathetically sobbing woman, eating ice cream while watching an old telenovela in stained clothes.

Talk about old cat lady.

I shoot a text to Loredana, telling her that I got in and would pay for the damaged lock, even if it was going to take me a few months as I was officially broke.

How, you may ask?

As the bitch got into the shower, I packed as fast as lightning and took the first key I got hold of to drive here.

My subconscious chose a hell of a car.

A fast, sporty and shiny one, and I kept the window down, not caring how the wind was messing up my hair while I turned the music up and raced through the town.

And how funny it would have been if this had gotten me arrested. He would have had a hell of a time by pi