Rich Girl Problems

Chapter 4

"Excuse me," The stewardess said in a monotone voice as I pulled the earplugs from my ears and turned to face her, "Yes," I replied my voice cracking from sleep. "Your meal," She finished taking a meal from the wheely cart, her perfectly manicured hand placed it on the tray. As she walked away I sat up straight, eagerly unraveling the paper.
Our chef Nicole always makes the most exquisite dishes when were travelling. We just lean back in the white leather loungers, and eat meat lasagne (I secretly pick the meat out) with boiled vegetables and exquisite desserts, mmmmhh delicious gooey brownies with creamy ice-cream.
I unravelled the box my mouth watering.

Oh.

One thing was for sure this was not one of Nicole's dish. The food in front of me wasn't even good enough to be called food. Maybe it was one of Nicole's dishes, someone had just chewed it and spit it out in front me,I almost threw up looking at the slobbery, pile infront of me so
I enclosed it drifting of into a deep slumber.

I was woken to someone gently tapping my shoulder, and mentally groaned as I pulled the ear phones from my ears. "Hello, we are about to land so I'm afraid all electrical devices must be turned off." the stewardess instructed before turning abruptly to leave.

Oh, right," I reassured as I began wrapping my earphones around my iPod and slotting the rest of my electrical items, in my carry-on. I shook my head, and wiped my tired eyes fastening my seatbelt, and popped a chewit in my mouth, chewing so hard, within seconds, my teeth were encased in a sticky pick substance.

I clutched on to the arms of the seat, as the plane began falling down. I squeezed my eyes shut praying for it to be over. When I opened my eyes next passengers where already up reaching for there suitcases. A small space where everyone is lifting up there arms, smells delightful by the way. I breathed a sigh of relief and coughed away the smell of body odour.

I clutched my carry on, and went to collect my suitcase, as I watched the wheel rotate bringing back different suitcases each time. I realized I had no idea where to go, my mom told me the name of the school, but I had no idea where that was.

I dragged my suitcase along with me to the toilets, so I could figure out what to do. I splashed cold water on my face, and changed into shorts and a tank top, a hoodie covered my arms and white converse where slipped on my feet. I applied a small amount of make-up and brushed out my hair.

There's always one thing that makes you feel better, Starbucks.

I ordered my drink before sitting down, contemplating different ideas. "Your drink ma'am," the waiter placed the drink down before turning to go, "Wait," I said, "Do you know where the school l'ecole is?" I asked nervously biting my lip, "Sorry, I've never heard of it," He said in a strong american accent before walking off. I slumped back in my chair slurping down the last drop of drink before walking down the halls of the airport.

As soon as I exited a ray of warmth shone on me, I knew France was warm, but I didn't know it was this warm, I thought before shrugging of my hoodie,and staring at the freebie I'd swiped from the front desk. I started walking wheeling my suitcase behind me ,as my  eyes scoured the map. Suddenly it hit me, literally. "Ow," I groaned rubbing a forming bruise on my head, as I looked up at the stupid pole which was in my way. "Oh my god," I whispered my voice cracking, as I stared up at the sign which read 'Welcome to Washington DC.'