My Ice Prince - стр. 32

After about ten minutes, Harry left.

Mary knocked on my door.

– Misha, can I come in? – She asked.

– Yes, come in» I answered.

Mary came in and sat next to me on the bed.

– Why did you leave? – She asked.

– I was sorting out my things. – I nodded at the empty bag.

– You weren't mad that Harry came round?

– No. What did you two talk about?

– He said it was very rude of me to come without telling my family or you.

– How did he find out?

– Aunt Mel rang him… Are you tinting your eyebrows? – Mary suddenly asked, looking intently at my face.

– Yes. Alas, I can hardly see them» I replied with a smile.

– No, you can see everything! It's silly to tint your eyebrows.

– Well, you can definitely see them! – I said with a laugh. – You're a brunette!

– Listen, I'm going to meet some old friends. Would you like to come with me? I'll introduce you! – Mary offered.

I was terrified of her offer: No new acquaintances! I've had enough of people!

– No, thank you, I'd better go to the post office to wait for a letter from my mother» I said.

– Well, as you wish! I'll go and get ready. – Mary went out, and I heard her rummaging through her wardrobe and humming some children's song.

I quickly put on my sneakers, grabbed my jacket, grabbed my passport, wallet and house keys, put them all in my purse and left the house. After a bit of thought, I got on my blue bike, determined to try it out, and rode down the flat alley, looking around to make sure I didn't miss the post office.

Thanks to the advice of passers-by, I successfully made it to the post office, where a registered letter from my mum was waiting for me. But when I left the building, I discovered that the bicycle I had carefully leaned against the lamppost had disappeared without a trace. I was distraught: Wow, had my bike been stolen?

I looked around, hoping to see my bike, but it was gone, and I was left to stand outside the post office and wonder. On the one hand, it was funny: my bike had been stolen! How human of me!

«But it's not my bike, it's Mary's! What do I do?» – This thought made me angry: I've only been here for two days and already my bicycle has been stolen! – What do people do in such cases? Go to the police!» – I said to myself.

Thanks to the same kind passers-by, I found the police station. The policemen were very nice to me and even offered to drive me home, as it was quite far from the station, but I refused in favour of a regular bus.

I was very pleased with myself, for I had behaved sensibly, carefully, like a real young lady, and had even been to the police station.

At home I found that Mary had gone.

«I should have got her phone number. Why didn't I think of that before?» – I thought with annoyance.

My neighbour came back around ten o'clock in the evening. She was cheerful and flushed. She thought I was asleep, so she tried not to make any noise in the hallway, and went quietly to her room. On the way, Mary stumbled over something and cursed under her breath with a word I didn't know.

I went in to see her.

– Oh, did I wake you? – Mary frowned, pulling off her warm grey sweatshirt.

– No, I wasn't asleep. So, how was your time?

– I had a great time! You should definitely come with me next time! I took off my piercing, see?