"Wake up, wake up, you sleepy heads," I heard someone yell, "I have a surprise for you all."
I inched my eyes open, and seen that Carter was trying to wake everyone up. I grabbed my pillow and threw it at Peter in the backseat.
"What was that for?" He asked.
"Carter said for everyone to wake up."
"I was having a good sleep," Mel said, "What on earth was worth waking me up for?"
"That," Carter said pointing to a sign. It read 'You Are Now Entering Las Vegas.'
"Hell yes! Vegas," Megan said, "My dad knows a lot of club owners here."
"So they can get us into the clubs?" Peter asked.
"If I work my magic," She answered, "Oh, take a left here," She told Carter.
He did as he was told. She told him to go a few different ways until we ended up at a very expensive looking hotel.
"This is where we are staying?" I asked, "I don't think I have enough money to walk in the door."
"Chill," Megan said, "I've stayed here plenty of times. I also have my parents credit card."
"Nice."
As we pulled up to the entrance and stepped out of the car, a man in a well polished uniform came over, "Ms. Wood, welcome back. Are you staying with us tonight?"
"Yes, and I would like our usual suite. Please and thank you," She flashed a bright smile.
Everyone started pulling their suitcases out one by one, "What are you guys doing?" Meg asked.
"Getting our luggage. Something you should be doing, because I don't think I can carry them again," I said.
"Don't be dumb," She snapped her fingers, and instantly a few bell hops rushed over, "Take these up to my room, will you?"
"Right away, Ms. Wood," The 2 boys hopped along and grabbed our bag and sat them on a trolley.
"Ms.Wood?" Mel said, "Must be nice."
"Oh it is," Meg smiled as she walked into the hotel like she owned the place.
As the rest of us sat back in the lobby, Meg went to the front desk.
"Everything in this place looks too expensive to even look at," Peter said.
"Is that a real Picasso?" Carter asked, pointing to a painting on the wall.
"Let's go," Megan walked over handing us all keys, "We are on the top floor."
What felt like an eternity long elevator ride, we finally ended up on the 25th floor.
When Megan opened the door, my jaw must have been to the floor. The place was bigger than any house I've stayed in. Hell, the bathroom was bigger than my room. It had a plasma tv hanging over a fake fireplace and a pool table in the dining room. There were 3 bedrooms, so I guess that meant Peter and I had to share a room, which didn't bother me, because we have done it before.
I threw my bag on the bed, of the first bedroom I walked in. I walked over to the mirror and seen that I looked a little rough from the car ride. My makeup was smeared under my eyes, so I grabbed a towel and let the water run on it under the sink.
"Looks like I'm on the couch tonight," I heard behind me.
I looked to see Carter leaning in the doorway of the bathroom, "Why's that?" I asked, as I removed my makeup and re-applied some more.
YOU ARE READING
American Runaways
Teen Fiction"I wish we could all run away," I said. "Let's do it." With that sentenced being said, started an adventure of a lifetime for 5 teens. For Parker, Peter, Mel, Megan, and Carter, that meant being away from the stress of school, demons in their clos...
