So, as we listened to some random boy band CD that Poppy let us borrow, we planned out our endeavour. I, Emily Torres, have about two hundred dollars from my Quinceanera that I had never spent, and two hundred from the three birthdays since. So, I have about four hundred dollars to contribute.
Logan Boothe, though not rich or spoiled in any way, has about four hundred from preforming odd jobs and holidays built from over the years. Kamelia Goodman, with her rich father, has more than necessary, but she says she is only going to give about six hundred. Clarissa Wilks, with her three jobs as an assistant at a local vet, a waitress at a fancy restaurant, and a tutor for school (all these jobs she does for FUN) has five hundred. So, adding all this up, we have $1,900 to spend getting to London. Should be enough for four tickets, and maybe a three star hotel. Right? Something to research, maybe.
Now, with everything money wise planned out, there is something highly difficult and possibly even dangerous (A/N Yes, I admit this is taken from last paragraph of Eclipse, that was the point, I don't take credit); telling our parents. We start with mine first, seeing as we are at my two story yellow house. We find them cooking some Hispanic meal in my circle themed kitchen, actually working together to form their version of art, an edible meal. Poppy is sitting on the island counter, talking to them and possibly trying to learn how to cook. I clear my throat, and they all glance at me and my group of friends.
"Hola, cariño. Hola Kamelia, Clarissa and Logan. Care to join us for dinner?" My mother asks in her slightly accented English. She refuses to call Kami and Clary anything but their full names. That's the only thing that they don't like about my mother.
"Thank you for the offer, Mrs. Torrez, but my parents are going to be waiting for me in a bit," Clary says, always the polite one.
"No problemo Clarissa. So, what do you want?" She says, finally getting to the point.
"Mama, papa, my friends and I want to spend spring break traveling to London, England, to, you know, draw and photograph the sites, check out the colleges and scope out some celebrities. We already have money figured out, we just want your permission, as parents and legal gardians of one forth of our group," I say quietly, holding my breath when I finish.
"I don't know, cariño. It sounds like a good idea, but... are you sure you want to go as far as London? We live in Connecticut, Emily," my father speaks up for the first time. I glance around at my friends and I am proud to see that they look as determined as I feel.
"We are sure," I say.
"Ok, then it is settled," my mother says, "just make sure that Mr. and Mrs. Wilks, Mr. Goode and Mrs. Boothe agree, as we have," She says, then ignores us as they all go back to focusing on dinner. Yes! I do a small victory dance and then skip outside to go ask the other parents.
Those go similarly to my family, except Clary's parents are a bit more hesitant. She is the oldest of a family of ten, besides her parents, and they like her to help around when she can. Eventually, however, they agree when she says that they have a great medical school that she can check out. I am so excited! Spring break is only a week away and then we will be flying to a whole new adventure! Who knows what might happen.
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The next day at school it is hard to concentrate. I had to cram for my test, but I think I did fairly well. All I can think about is London. London! I still cannot believe it. Who would have thought? In fact, I am so caught up that I don't notice the person in front of me until I bang into them, making them drop their books and binders.
"I am soooooo sorry, I wasn't--" I cut off, narrowing my eyes. Hillary. The queen b**** of the school. She and I used to be friends, but that was before I met Clary, Kami and Logan. She is beautiful, there is no denying. But, she is also a major bi*ch. Unfortunately, this seems to bypass all the good looking guys in this h*ll hole. Including but not limited to, my crush Kyle. He is the nicest, most handsome, smartest and most athletic guy in the high school. I am pretty nice. I suppose I am smart, and I am definitely athletic, with me playing basketball, but that's it. I certainly cannot match him up with looks.
"Never mind," I say snippily, going to walk around her. This was a daring move, but I was feeling victorious. I was feeling victorious because before school, I bought my ticket for the flight to England. WOO!
"Um, EXCA-USE, me?" She snaps, grabbing my shoulder and spinning me around. "Pick up my books, No Name," She says, knowing this will get me. No Name? Ha. I can care less, but picking up her BOOKS?? Nope. Not something I will stand for.
"Hahahahahahaha! You must be as dumb as you look if you think that I am going to pick up your textbooks that you obviously have NEVER opened," I say, looking her dead in the eyes. She fumes silently. I take this opportunity to walk away. I am always the one to take the first opportunity. I have never understood in, like, superhero movies when they have brought the villain down or have them cornered, and don't kill them right away! I mean, maybe its a pride thing, but if I was a super hero, I wouldn't stare at then and wait for them to catch their breath so they can kill me. That's why I get frustrated at super heroes. I am proud. I have wanted to take her down, but before this I actually cared that it was semi-social suicide. Whatever. I am going to London for two weeks and she will be stuck making a slut out of herself. Not that she already isn't. The rest of the day goes by smoothly, and then its time for lunch.
