The Antics of 8A

Part 8 - Hang Gliding Frank

I wonder if you can spot Francisco Lachowski ;)

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Each member of the class slowly began to wake up to the sound of Molly listening to Johanna's loud dubstep music, Johanna bobbing up and down to her tunes proudly as Molly laughed. It was early for many of the students, some of them usually getting out of bed at eight o'clock. The sun was peeping slightly over the horizon, casting a soft yellow light across the sleeping city that was Rio. A few random people were already hurrying around the airport, searching for their gate. They gave the group of teens strange looks as the scurried past, which both Molly and Johanna returned, making them walk even faster away from the sitting area.

"What are you doing? It's so early." It was William, who happened to hear the music blaring out of Johanna's iPad. He reached up and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes, then looked around him at his surroundings where the rest of the twenty three friends were still curled up in their blankets, snoozing and dreaming. He abruptly asked the two girls who were also sitting up, "what is the time, anyway?"

Molly swiped at her iPad screen that was nestled in her lap in which she was playing a game of Trivia Crack. "Uh... It's twenty two past six."

"What? How are you up? I don't understand," William exasperated, throwing his hands up in the air. "Now I can't go back to sleep."

"Chwenny choo," Johanna muttered under her breath, snickering quietly.

"Oh my God," Molly said, hearing Johanna's comment and rolling her eyes again.

Suddenly, Natalie lashed out of her couch upon hearing Molly, Johanna and William talking. Her eyes snapped open, alert and the searched the room, finally landing on her three friends that had been chatting. They were all staring at her with a surprise plastered on their faces, and she felt herself relax after realising nothing was wrong.

"Sorry guys," she apologised and smiled softly, rubbing her eyes just like William had. "It's just a reflex, I thought someone was attacking."

"It's nice to know that we are safe," Johanna joked then returned to looking at her iPad and scrolling threw her dubstep playlist.

Natalie giggled to herself, careful not to wake any of the resting people around her. However, her attempt in being quiet didn't work because a second later Athan and Stephen woke up simultaneously. Athan outstretched his arms above his arms above his head, yawning heavily. He accidentally managed to whack Stephen in his left eye really hard. Consequently, Stephen winced and brought his hands up to his eye, massaging it softly. Yet Athan hadn't seemed to notice, and had began to search through his bag, that was situated underneath the couch, pulling out his headphones and iPad.

"Oi, Athan! You hit me in the eye, you prick," Stephen told him. Athan didn't even look up from his iPad, completely ignoring Stephen.

Johanna raised hastily raised her index finger to her lips, shushing Stephen before he woke up the entire class. "Steve, there is a whole class here trying to sleep!" She hissed in a shout-whisper.

"Says the ones who woke me and Athan up," he countered gesturing to himself and Athan who was still busy on his tablet on the couch across from him. Athan was currently dressed in his fluorescent orange Rodger Federer outfit, one of many that occupied his small suitcase.

"Athan and I," Johanna commented.

"Excuse me?" Stephen looked at her with a confused expression.

"She's talking about your poor grammar," William said slyly, lifting his gaze from his maths book that he had been discretely working maths problems out on. "It's not Athan and me, it's Athan and I," he added when he noticed Stephen's questioning face.