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The Meeting In the Capital

Novel By: Delilah Judd

The Meeting In the Capital is a romance novel, full of heartbreak, emotions, and finding your true love. Kim, the shy, timid 20 year old, has never been in love. So when she finds herself completely smitten for the first time, she doesn't want to let go. But maybe she has to, for her guy. . . will he eventually feel how she feels? Or will it all end in heartbreak for Kim. View table of contents...


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Submitted:Nov 21, 2011    Reads: 19    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


"Please Jane, I love you!" River shouted after Jane as she ran for the train pulling up to London station. River scampered after her, guitar clanking on his dog tags hanging loosely from his neck.

"I'm sorry River, I don't love you anymore. I'm in love with someone else now. You know that." Jane didn't have a tear in her eye. River stopped in his tracks, trying to hold his tears back. He rubbed the back of his neck, lowering his head.

"I thought we were going to be together forever..." River's voice was hoarse yet quiet.

"Oh please, River, don't be so silly." Jane had a hint of humour in her voice. River's thoughts revolved around music, so right now, he could hear upsetting and heartbreaking music playing in his head.

Without a goodbye, Jane stepped on the train, leaving River in a heap of sadness on the platform.

Chapter 1

"Kim, we are going to have such a good time on the weekend. Just three more days to go until we leave! I can't wait babe!" Anita (20 years old, just like me), my best friend, went through my wardrobe, tossing out clothes carelessly onto my bed she did not like. Okay, so that left about three short dresses that I'd never wear in public. I think I just bought them because of the design on them, the colour or the sale price.

"You know, I think you should quit your job at the office and become a full-time clothes-thrower. If that is a job. I'm not really sure." I joked, picking up the clothes on my bed and folding them neatly.

"Very funny!" Anita popped a Dance CD in my CD-player and began jumping around the room like a maniac.

"Save your energy for the weekend!" I called to her over the music. She just ignored me. Her long, blonde, curly hair was tied messily in an old hair tie, but she still looked amazing. I always wished I looked like her. Every guy fell at her feet. They fell in love with her bold, brown eyes. Only she could pull off my short dresses, I could not. I looked hopelessly inside my wardrobe. A short, turqoise dress with silver swirls twirling up the side of it stared me back. A black sequin boob tube hung on a hanger. And finally, a mini red dress. I picked at one of the sequins on the black dress.

"Oi, don't do that. You'll ruin it." Anita slapped my hand away from the dress. She turned the music off and sat down on my bed. "We need to get you dolled up for Saturday. It's either shopping and wasting your money, or wearing one of those." She pointed at the three material contestants. "Your choice."

"I'm not sure I even want to go on Saturday. I don't really like clubbing to be honest."

"But you might find your true love there!"

"Yeah right, a drunken guy trying to spike my drink? Maybe." Anita got two of my socks, rolled them into a ball and threw it at me.

"Ouch!" I rubbed my hurt arm. "Why don't I just stay here in Derby. You'd probably find the trip to London a lot less complicated without my fear of trains and stuff." I hated trains. I always thought of bad accidents happening when the word 'train' entered my mind.

On Saturday, me and Anita were leaving for a trip to London. In the day, on Saturday, we were going to go shopping, then at night Anita had an idea of going to all the hottest clubs.

"You are coming with me to have fun, end of story!" Anita raised her voice slightly. "Now try that sequin dress on and I'll give you a rating out of 10, okay?" I nodded. I swiftly moved into my bathroom and shut the door behind me. I quickly undressed myself and put on the dress. It felt tight around my body. I felt like I couldn't move. I walked out, struggling, without taking a look at the horror I was about to see in the bathroom mirror. Anita's face become one of shock.

"I know, I look terrible, right?" I walked over to the full-lengthed mirror in my bedroom. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. The dress hugged my figure in an elegant way. It came just above my knee. The dress hung tightly on my waist and I actually looked, well, very nice!

"Oh. My. God. You look hot sister!" Anita ran up to me and gestured for me to turn around. She scanned me up and down. "10 out of 10."

"Yay!" I screeched. I gave her a big hug. "Thank you so much! I love this dress!"

"Hey, you're the one that bought it."

"Thank me then." I continued looking in the mirror. Maybe this Saturday wouldn't be that bad...


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