"Naomi, dear, can you come her please?" My father asks me.
"Yes?" I say strutting over to the counter where my farther and step-mother were standing. My entire body was filled with excitement and happiness because for the first time in my life I was at Disney world. Also known as the place I am going to do whatever it takes to work at when I'm older.
"please sign your name here miss." The lady behind the counter tells me to sigh my name and I do so. "This is just to ensure that your magic-band belongs to you and you only."
"Ok." I say and then turn around to grab my bags when I suddenly run into a man. "Oh! I'm sorry."
"Watch where your going or your going to get hurt!" The man states then walks off. He sounded so familiar but I couldn't recognize him. I just shrug it off and continue to gather my bags and head to my room with my parents. We were lucky enough to stay at the beautiful grand Floridian hotel.
We step into the lovely elevator and push the third floor button. In the mirror on the back wall of the elevator I look at myself.
I fix my hair and then hear the elevator ding signaling that we were at the third floor. We step out and push our bags along until we get to our room.
When I step inside I immediately smell flowers. There's two queen beds that both have a towel shaped like a Mickey Mouse head. There's also a nice kitchen area that has a small table with a vase full of fresh cut flowers. I set my stuff down and run to the bathroom to pee. I've had to pee for so long. And sitting for countless hours on a plane does not help.
The bathroom is decorated with paintings that have Disney characters. The shower curtain has hidden mickeys in it and the sink itself is shaped as a Mickey head. Being here makes my inner kid come out.
I walk out of the bathroom and decide to look around some more. There's a standing closet on the corner of the room so I open it. I find hangers and a few drawers to put clothes in. I also find and ironing board. Then I close the closet and walk out to the balcony where I'm greeted by the sight of Magic kingdom and a beautiful lake. The boardwalk is also in view and I get an idea.
"Hey dad! Can we go to Beaches and Cream?" My best friend goes to Disney at least once a year so she has told me all about the ice cream shop beaches and cream.
"Sure honey. Just let us unpack for a bit." He answers. I've always wanted to do the DCP or better known as the Disney College Program. I have to wait until I have done a full semester of college before I can apply though. The program is basically a program that allows you to work at Disney for five to eight months or so. And I've always wanted to do it.
I walk back into the room and grab my bags. I begin to unpack my clothes into the drawers inside of the closet. Once I'm done I put my toiletries in the bathroom and hop onto one of the beds claiming it to be mine. I then pull out my phone and inform my two hundred followers that's am now in Disney world. I also text my friends and girlfriend.
Yes I have a girlfriend but I call her my best friend because I truly don't love her in a way to be dating her. But if I break up with her she will be sad. And if I don't I have to endure the abusive relationship I have with her. Yes she is my best friend because when we hang out as best friends I enjoy it. But when we hang out as lovers she physically and emotionally abuses me. She calls me fat and worthless then she'll slap me. Then she'll smile and kiss my cheek and says she didn't mean it. But I try not to let it get to me or she gets even more mad. I have to act like I love Sarah but I don't.
"Did you text Sarah yet?" My step-mother asks.
"Yup I did." I say with somewhat of a frown. Then my dad speaks up.
