Finding My Armour

Date: 8/6/2016

Originally we were inside the huge hotel, but as the crowds were spilling out after the conference the doors suddenly locked. A lot of people were still trapped inside and panic ensued. I very clearly remember a woman with rolled blonde hair and a crimson dress that swept across the floor as she walked. A tiny red top hat adorned her beautiful hair, and she looked afraid as she twisted and turned to scan the crowds around her, obviously looking for someone. Wanting to get out of the crowds and change into something more battle-ready than my fancy clothes, I ran away from my family and Dean and into the nearest clothes shop. A white linolium walkway ran between faded red carpets, and every item of clothing was made from denim. I turned left, hiding myself in the racks of t-shirts. Two racks of pants hung off the wall, decorated with roses and clearly designed for very large women, so they were oit of the question. So far, my hunt for clothing had resulted in denim, massive pants, and sparkly t-shirts with Tatty Teddy on them that looked more like nighties for small children. I continued my search, reaching the edge of the shop near the tills and noticing a rack at the back of the wall full of what apleared to be either bath bombs or ice cream. Moving in closer, I discovered they were sweets. That's when my father, mother and Dean reappeared, Dean already munching on a triangular packet of millions, my Dad holding out a similar packet for me to take. "We'll be alright." He said. I took the sweets.