"Look, Jake, i just dont think it's working out."  I'm in the middle of breaking up with my boy friend, my black hair is blowing in the wind behind me, like always in England, its gray and cold. "Hayley, we've been together for two years, why dump me now?" Jake protests," Is there someone else?" "yes." i am lying through my teeth here, there isn't someone else i'm just sick of Jake, really sick of him, and its winter. Jake always flys out of the country and cheats, yeah he does'nt know that i know. "Well then he's very lucky." Jake says, his britsh acsent is almost gone. "Yep. Well i got to go, see  you around." I finish then walk off the bridge to the hotel. Sorry i have'nt really given you the details. I'm Hayley Owne, one of the youngest, properious fashion designers (i'm only eightteen and have more money than the queen) in the world, im not british just live here, my family just bought the biggest hotel in england and i will be staying or maybe even living there.