Sinead Hutchinson - Waterloo Road

Chapter 13 - Pizza?

I bounded down the stairs and out of the door into the main school yard.
"Justin," I shouted, "Justin," He turned around and waved. "Your parents are out with Lorna tonight?" I asked.
"Yeah, why?" He replied, looking down on his phone and texting.
"I was wondering if you wanted to do something, like grab something to eat?" Zi suggested and he looked up.
"Sure, what time?" He smiled excitedly.
"Come to mine at half 6?" I laughed, turning around and getting in thr car beside Mum.
"What was that about?" She wondered.
"I was asking if Justin wanted to go for food later," I replied, clicking my seat belt in place and pressing the button on the radio to turn it on.
"We'll don't get back late," She smirked, placing sun glasses on and pulling out of the school drive way.
"Says you," I laughed. I didn't know whether the sly comments Mum was making were serious or just joking on, we'd not known eachother that long and I felt awkward when she gave m replies like that.

I was upstairs getting changed, I put on my black jeans and a white vest top with my black and pink nike hoody over the top. Someone rang the doorbell, I was confused because I wasn't expecting Justin until half past 6 and the time now was half past 5. I listened very carefully but I couldn't hear much since Mum decided to go on the laptop in the dining room. I slowly crept down the stairs, making sure non of them creeks when I placed my foot on them.
"What are you doing?" A female with a strong scottish accent asked.
"This is the page of the hotel that my Mum owns," She replied and I pinned myself up against the wall so she couldn't see.
"Look at that," The scottish girl pointed out and by this time I relised that Mrs Mulgrew and Miss McFall were in the dining room with Mum.
"We would like to congratulate Sinead Hutchinson on winning tonight's singing competition, well done," Mum slowly read out, scrolling back up the page. I put my head around the door and looked at what they were looking at. "Today we said farewell to one of our most loved members of staff Sinead, you will be a big miss out of the customers and staff. Good luck in your new start in England!" Mum then read. Underneith that post was a video with a photo of me with my suitcases on the front.
"Press play," Mrs Mulgrew said, pointing to a triangle on the screen. She did and the song 'Good Feeling by Flo Rida," was playing in the background.

It was loads of photos of me at work going onto and off the screen. One which I remember alot was when I had a fake fringe clipped on and bits at the side clipped back with two black bows. I was wearing a blue polo shirt with the hotels logo on and a short black skirt with high heels on. Also, I was wearing my Grandma, Joyce's glasses and pouting, with my eyes looking up and my finger pointing to my lips. There was another one I remember I was sitting in the salon with my hair in rollers and a face mask on with cucumbers over my eyes, with Liam painting my toe nails and Kennith painting my finger nails. It was funny because I didn't think anyone was going to be taking a photo of me. A video came on when it was the chorus, I slowly walked behind them and watched it closer up. It was me, clearly Liam was videoing because he was the only one not in the picture. I was sitting in front of the bar fanning myself with my hand, Joyce was behind the bar. 'It's so hot,' I moaned. 'Well this is what you expect in Spain,' Jouce replied, walking around beside me. 'Do you want a drink Sinead?' Mateo asked. 'If you're offering,' I smirked. 'What about you, Miss?' Mateo asked Joyce. 'Oh go on them,' She smiled. Mateo and Kennith walked towards up and shoved us right in the pool, which neither of us was expecting. Joyce shreaked with anger and I nearly drown I was laughing so much.
"I remember that," I laughed and Mum turned around.
"What else did you do there? Is that all," She scoffed and Mrs Mulgrew and Miss McFall looked at me.
"Pretty much," I whispered, feeling rather intimidated.
"Well that's stupid, was Joyce not ment to be lookin after you?" She hissed.
"The only person that was ment to be looking after me was you, my Mother, not that I'm sure I'd call you that. Joyce tried, unlike you," I sarcastically yelled. I turned around and stormed upstairs, to add to the dramatic effect I slammed the bedroom door and slid the lock along so nobody could come in.