This is my first story inspired to weight one by my friend I think she knows who she is if it turns out good let me know and please give advice along the way
Beep beep beep beep beep is the usual sound kelly wakes up to. She gets ready for another day in the office the same routine everyday of her life, minimum wage no car a flat is the simple way of life for Kelly. "Yawn" said Kelly as she woke up then did her morning exercise, up down up down up down almost out of breath at this point up down up down and then the other eye lid. As she slipped into her slippers there was a loud bang coming from the kitchen. Kelly froze her usual first move for self defence she realised her mum is no longer with her, to go investigate or to comfort her when she's scared. she slowly but silently reached for her bed side cabinet, stroked the Handel and put her hand behind it and pulled it back to get body reviling a pink sparkly baseball bat. she made her way to the kitchen, she creaked the door open slowly and she dropped the bat and falls to her feet and a pure stroke of fear spread across her face it was . . .
. . . The next thing Kelly knew she was on the sofa and her heart was beating fast, very fast. She rose form her position to see a man watching her, not staring not looking just watching. Kelly was startled the was a man in her kitchen, she scanned him from head to toe and screamed! He was naked ! "who are you and why are you in my house and standing naked watching me, how did I get on to the sofa?" she asked her head bubbling with questions and answers. She was not scared she was just startled he had an easy approaching look, in fact he looked familiar "hello, I'm mike I saw you faint and thought to put you on your sofa, I'm naked because when you time travel you can't take things with you like, money or clothes unless it's totally up-cycled but it has to be made by a lover, sorry we got of to a wrong start can I ask for some clothes ?" he asked in the smoothest tone that made Kelly feel like her tummy turned into jelly! . . .