the F1 journey begins | Part 1

Chapter 2 : Hotel Room

(Still her POV)

As we got into the Hotel, we noticed how expensive it looked. It was a gorgeous view. There was a big fountain with a white horse on top represented for freedom. The water flowing down was crystal clear and it was beautiful. We (as in me, since my friends are very shy) went to book in and get our room. We got the best room on the 6th floor out of 8 floors. As we got in, I dropped my suitcase and ran to see the view. It was right on top of the Monaco Grand Prix Track. Although we bought tickets for front seat, we will stay on the balcony to watch the Friday morning driver practice. There was a beautiful sunset as I expected and took wonderful pictures of the fantastic view.

Leah started to pack while Faith was looking around the room to see if there was the remote control to the TV so she can changed the language to english. Obviously for us to be able to understand, we knew French since we did it in school. But we were lazy so Faith still tried to arrange it. After half an hour of Faith complaining and Leah screaming at her to shut up, we arranged the TV. While they were doing that, I was outside watching the track. I've loved Formula 1 since a very young age but I started to get obsessed with it at the age of 13. I'm 26, 13 years of wanting to go to a Grand Prix and here I am now. With enough money to be able to do whatever I want.

Leah was the 'mother' of me and Faith so then she came screaming at me to tell me to unpack. Half the neighbours heard her! I couldn't stop laughing and saying sorry to them for the disturbance and I went inside, locked the balcony and went laughing. I started to unpack and put my stuff in the wardrobe. After an hour, I finished everything and went near my friends on the couch. They were gossiping again about their co-workers in their workplace. We all worked in different industries and companies so we always had to catch up on the drama.

I felt really tired now, it was 11pm and after that long flight. All 3 of us were being satanic so we went to bed. We got dressed in our pajamas and waited for each other. We got in our separate beds, said goodnight and slept. I dozed off really quickly, much more than I usually do. I had a dream that night. I imagined me and my friends with food watching the cars lapping around the track in fast speed, estimated to be around 200mph. I don't remember anything else from that dream...