Kylie: 5ft 2in, Chestnut medium hair, light tan skin, brown eyes
March
Today is the 18th, it is a cool Friday after noon. The excitement in the room is insanely noticeable and all the students in my tenth period physics class. As soon as that stupid bell rings in about thirty seconds, it will be the official start of spring break. No one is even paying attention to what my poor teacher is saying, everyone's attention is at the clock which is above the door. The annoying sound of the bell rings out and everyone breaks for the door.
This spring break is going to be exciting because a group of us are going to Gianna's beach house in Wildwood because her birthday is Wednesday. We leave tomorrow morning and come home Thursday morning and I am so excited.
I make my way to my stupid bus and get on with the anxiousness racing through my head. Once I make it home, I walk in and yell, "Hello?" I want to know anyone is home which I doubt.
But then, my 20 year old sister, Kylie, leans over the ledge from upstairs and screams, "Hello Tessa Darling!" I laugh and shake my head as I see her act dramatic.
I make my way upstairs and tell her, "Kylie I gotta pack and I need your advice."
"Of course, love. Let's go," she answers. And with that we make our way down the L shaped hall into my room at the end. Kylie throws herself on my bed and asks, "So what's going on?"
I sit on the ground surrounded by piles of clothing and my suitcase. I start putting outfits together to bring while I explain to her, "Okay, well, there is this guy, Hunter. You see I have feelings for him, I really do. He keeps leading me on but, he always flat out describes our relationship and friends with benefits. I don't like that. I want it to be real not just something stupid."
"Ahh okay, I see. Well, I think that your little Hunter friend has some commitment issues. He isn't confident in what he wants," Kylie tells me. I nod in agreement because all he does is make me feel like we are together, but we aren't. I keep packing as Kylie continues, "Listen babe, if you make him see that you are worth committing to then he will come around. If he still doesn't change his ways that just shows he is immature. Also, don't just give him what he wants, by that I mean sex, that is a no no right now because it seems like he might just walk away after he gets that. Just be smart, okay?"
I sigh then respond, "Okay, I'll be good. Thanks."
Kylie checks her phone then screams, "Shit I gotta get to work! I'll see you later maybe, love you!" With that, Kylie goes sprinting out of the room. I laugh and continue packing although packing is really boring.
I have a habit of over packing, then I also put things in and out and by the time I think I am done, I don't even remember what I packed. I spend over an hour just packing for this short trip. Gianna and I are going to drive down together and she will come get me around nine in the morning.
For the rest of the day I lay in bed watching movies on my laptop and texting the girls who are as excited as I am. Now it is only seven in the evening, but my eyelids are threatening to shut. I try to fight it and stay awake, so I can go through my stuff to make sure I have everything. Without realizing, I let my eyes shut and everything turns dark as I drift off.
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I jump up at the sound of my phone ringing and the feeling of it buzzing in my hand. I look around me to realize that I did let myself fall asleep last night. My computer is still open on my lap and I am still wearing the same thing as yesterday. I check my phone and see that I have missed almost 500 messages inside of the group chat. Everyone is talking about leaving soon, that is when a wave of panic comes over me. I check the time and notice that it is 8:45, then my eyes widen as I notice that I only have fifteen minutes before Gianna gets here.
I bolt out of bed and straight into the shower. I only spend about three minutes in there, which is my new record, then run to get myself together. I think if it is a three to four hour car ride, might as well be comfortable. I throw on sweatpants and a black tank top and put my wet mop of hair into a messy bun.
I check the time and it is 8:58, Gianna will be here in a few minutes to I check through my bag again to make sure I have it all. I'm almost done when I hear a car horn from outside. I run to my window in my room and look out to se Gianna's car sitting on my driveway. I yelp then shut my bag and break for the stairs. I make my way out while thinking of everything I brought to make sure nothing was missing. I always feel like something is missing when I go on vacation.
After throwing my suitcase in the trunk, I hop in the passengers seat to her BMW and we are off. I grab the AUX cord inside her car and start blaring music. Together we scream out songs and talk about what we plan to do down there. The excitement was building as the car ride continued.
There is about forty-five minutes left in the car ride and out of no where I start to dose off. I didn't think that I would fall asleep because of how much I slept last night. Then again, car rides always do get me tired. I sink down in my seat as I let sleep take me over.
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I feel poking on my arm so my eyes flutter open. I look to my left and se Gianna smiling while poking me, but once she notices I am awake she points a head of us. I sit myself up and look in the direction she is pointing in to see that we have made it to the house. Energy builds up in me and is released as I practically jump out of the car.
As soon as we make our way into the house we stop in the door, drop everything, and jump onto the living room couches. It is so nice to be out of town for a little bit. Gianna tells me, "Everyone else should be getting here in about an hour. In that time we can get settled down and whatever."
She gets up and takes her stuff into a room. By everyone else she means, Carly, Kara, Alex, Hunter, and Jon. Mason is in the Bahamas for the week so he couldn't make it here. Also, Hunter has been hanging around us a lot more so I guess Gianna thought to invite him here too. I look out the back glass doors and smile softly while thinking to myself about the week ahead.
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