My own antique store

                             My own antique store

I was jumping with joy. This was great. This was wonderful. This was delightful. I was extra pleased. I own a shop in London, England. It’s a dream come true. It’s no ordinary shop. It’s in antique store. Can’t you believe it? I own a shop! A SHOP! Okay, okay I’m going zany, but I can’t believe it. The shop is made of bricks and it looks huge. It’s squared and has plants around it. The shop is in a corner of the town square and lies on top of a green hill. Next to the shop are large fields of lavender and gladiolus.

        I walk in the two-story building and started arranging the furniture. Each thing was hand-crafted and made by me and one of my great friends, Rachel (Athena) Gina, who is a woodcrafter. She was going to help me with this business. I put the sign that read “Antiqued” up. Finally, the work was over. Now it is time for the GRAND OPENING! I am to eager have customers come in and out while purchasing something. “All set!” Athena states. I get outside the shop and tie a red ribbon. Then I call people to come to my shop. They crowded around my shop and me standing in the front. First I explained how I got the shop and my dream, and then I talked about how I finally decide to make it an antique shop. “ … I here by declare the shop OPEN!”

        I cut the ribbon and everyone went inside. It was such a hullabaloo. They all purchased something or other. I never knew that owning a shop would be so much fun. Soon, I’ll be a billionaire if my shop will turn out to be a success.

        After the day ended, Rachel and I had a cup of lemonade at the back of the shop and enjoyed the view. This was truly an amazing day for me and my friend. Cheerio for now...