Sunday's Story - Loyal But Spoilt
“Oh my god, I cannot believe you just did that” she screeched back at me with an annoyed tone in her voice. Whilst swinging the satchel over her shoulders and neck so that the strap rested across her chest, she continued “Seriously Bea, what the hell!” Whoops. “You know I can’t help it” I shouted back with heavy breaths; still running as fast as I could. We turned a sharp corner into a disused bypass tunnel and came to a halt when we were encompassed by the dark. I pulled my long sleeve down over my hand and wiped the sweat off the back of my neck and forehead, thankfully it was dark so no one could see how un-lady like I was being. “I’m sorry Your Highness, you need to start. I know you have diplomatic immunity and all that, but when you want to go out in the real world and no one knows who you are, you can’t just do want you want and get away with it, it’s not that simple out here.” She was acting like my mother, all high pitched and frantic. I’d read stories about people...