Schooltrip {still writing}

Day 7

It's 7:00 and I got woken up by my alarm. The guys are getting up as well because we need to be at a some kind of tour at 8:30. I stood up and walked to the closet to search for some clothes I wanted to wear until I hear Fabian speaking (Which is is most cases always something stupid) "Those clothes are so ugly but how can you still be so pretty?" he asked still looking sleepy. "Hoe kan jij zoveel corrigerende tikken hebben gekregen en nog steeds niet fatsoenlijk denken?" I fire back before walking to the bathroom to change. When I am done changing I walk back to the bedroom putting my clothes on my bed and leave the room to walk down the stairs as I walked down I saw a silhouette of an adult in the window of the front door. I hesitantly walk towards to door and lay my hand on the doorknob still deciding if I should open it or not. I hear metal things clatter and clash, I open the door fast and the person looks up in surprise. ''hey..'' mr. Barford said shyly looking at the ground. ''Hey?'' I answer questionable back. ''Ehh..yeah.. well... I am here to deliver you this'' he said handing me a white plastic bag, I open it slightly and see Greek breakfast. ''I am sorry, I didn't mean to disturb you this early, but I have got so many keys its difficult to remember which key belongs to which house'' he said holding up his keys and shaking them a little. ''Ah don't worry, I was just going down stairs.'' I said. ''Anyway thank you for this! Do you want to come in?'' I ask. ''Or are you supposed to deliver some more?'' ''No, you are the last one'' He said smiling lightly. ''Well come in'' I said. ''What exactly are we gonna do today?'' I ask as I am walking to the dining room and I put down the food on the table. ''We are going to a theater'' he said siting down at one of the chairs around the table. ''Interesting, how are we getting their?'' I said grabbing some plates, glasses and cutlery. '' We are going by bus, I hope it won't such a mess as the way here'' he said. 'but the theater It's about a guy in the second world war, it's should be very interesting!'' he added to his story. ''mhm okay, we will see'' I say teasing him and I grab the food out of the plastic bag. ''How was your night?'' I ask still focusing on my task. ''Well mr. Salins and I were suppost to go check on all of you, we divided the houses, I got your row here. But lets say it was already pretty late and I was tired so eventually I had checked every house except yours here, Let's say I Just went to bed.'' He said laughing. ''Ah haha, maybe its for the better'' I said laughing a little. ''What have you done young lady?'' he said jokingly ''I? I uhmm... well we thought it would be funny to turn the music up pretty loud, throw popcorn through the house, give someone a shower of Fanta and Cola and jump in the pool at 3 AM... With clothes on'' you said trying to avoid eye contact. ''So that's what I've heard, no wonder the guys are down stairs yet'' He said and I finish the task. ''Shhht you didn't hear it from me'' I said while walking to the stairs. ''BREAKFAST IS READY'' I scream and the guys immediately run down the stairs which surprised me. Seth and Jamy run down the stairs as first and Fabian follows them. ''We were totally not waiting for you to say that'' he said laughing and I held my foot out, Fabian fell over it. ''I did totally not wait for this moment'' I said sarcastically and walk back to the dining room where the other boys are already talking and eating with mr. Barford, I join them and take the salad mr. Barford brought with him and put some of it on my plate. Just as I wanted to take a bite Fabian came in the room struggling to walk. At least that's the idea he wanted to give us by his bad acting. ''I- I think I broke my leg'' he said grabbing is leg. I take a bite of my food and watch the scene happen ''I think I need to go to the docter for a diagnose'' he said sadly. ''the only thing he will diagnose is the fact that you have a bad type of aanstelleritis'' Jamy said and Seth and I spitted our food out because of laughter as mr. Barford chokes on his drink.