London-now "Jeez, since when did you become Ms. History? I hope you have half this
excitement tomorrow at the Westlife show." Megan said looking around the
room for her favorite pair of shoes. Tonya sighed, that's all she ever went on about was that stupid boyband. They
sounded alright in a syrupy kind of way but this trip was all about finding the
key to her life, the missing part of her. For some reason Tonya never felt like
she was meant for this time and a psychic had told her the answers to her
questions would be found in England. When Megan heard that it meant only one
thing- stalking Westlife on their tour. If Tonya found something to
"complete her" all the better. "I know Bryan will look absolutely
gorgeous as usual. Our eyes will meet and he'll say 'Kerry who?'" Megan
said twirling her finger around her hair lost in her fantasies. "Megan! Caz will be waiting for us outside. You've got all night to
dream about his chest hair and that thing he does with his hips, honestly." _______________________________________ "Aw, it'll be fun. What has the big brave Kian got to be scared
of?" Shane's fiancee Hilary said giving Kian a gentle squeeze. He smirked, she always had a way of making him say yes to things he didn't
want to do. "Only if you hold my hand Hils." he said sticking his
tongue out at Shane. "Hold it just a minute!" he said walking behind them pushing his
baseball cap further down, "That's just not right." "Fine then, I'll hold your hand and Kian can share my bed tonight."
Kian raised his hands in a victory pose, "Now that's a plan!"
Actually Kian really did need Hilary's hand for support, he had an unexplainable
bad feeling being here. "Man, in all seriousness you've gone pale. Are you okay?" Shane
asked him. "Yeah, I'm fine. Let's join a tour." Two tours met up at Tower Green where the Yeomen told the story of some who
had died here. Walking off towards the Queen's House Tonya had a odd feeling of
calm sweep over her and she looked up into the bluest eyes she had ever and
gasped. No, she had seen them before, she thought as she crumbled in a heap at
Kian's feet.
Tonya brushed her hair and fiddled with her makeup for the hundredth time, she
was anxious to start the day but she couldn't really say why. "Are you
ready yet M? I really want to get to the Tower before the crowds get
there." she yelled with a nervous bounce in her step. Today was the day,
she could feel it.
"I'm not going, it creeps me out!" Kian said shoving his
hands in his pockets and sulking like a child. For a laugh he and Shane had
decided to be tourists, seeing how long they could go unnoticed. They looked
down from Tower Bridge at the imposing walls of the prison that held so many
stories and he shivered involuntarily.
The clear blue skies had mysteriously clouded up by the time they met Caz at the
gates. The 3 best friends huddled against the wind as they trudged along the
tour. Tonya's heart ached for all the lonely souls who had their last days here,
so many innocent lives cut short.