How Not To Survive In High School

9 - How Not To Deal With Jet-Lag

Slightly messed up after yesterday but not to worry, French trip is actually happening today. Up at 4:01am (Yeah, I always set my alarm for a one minute ly-in).

The flight is at half seven and we had to be at school for five. It was the first time out tutor was absolutely silent for the register - we were all fast asleep.

I forgot my form so they had to call my mum and we were held up by ten minutes. The tutor gave me more death stares than I usually get.

Also, the coach was late, George fell up the coach steps and had to be bandaged up and Stacey and Josh were arguing about not sitting by each other before we could leave.

When we got to Wakefield airport we had to run to our flight in five minutes. But we did make it, although we all got some pretty disgusted looks from the people on the plane for holding them up.

The morning went by faster than a dream. Every time I shut my eyes I found myself asleep. It was so unreal being in a place other than school with the people I really don't ever want to be with unless I have to be. But here I was, in an airport with them.

Planes aren't too bad actually. The first bit was slightly bumpy but I liked it. Whereas Anna was crying. George had a panic attack during some turbulence. It was quite funny for me, he was spazzing more than normal. But it did get kind of old after half an hour. So for a first-time flyer, it was a lot more fun than I usually have.

When we arrived at Charles de Gaulle Airport, we were all still half asleep. The teachers had to check that Kyle wasn't sleep walking. It wasn't long to get to 'hotel latin quarter paris'. It sounded as fancy as it was although I had to share a room. I was having a great time until they announced that I was with Stacey, Jodie, Cheryl and Anna. At least I got a bloody bed to myself.

It was only midday when we got there but we slept until six. The whole day was on and off sleeping for everyone else.

When my eyes opened, I thought the beginning of the day had been a dream. It took a while for my eyes to adjust to the small room filled with my worst enemies who were snoring and drooling on their pillows.

I squinted my eyes and sat up. I need a bath.

So I found my towel and all the bubbles I could get and locked the ensuite door. Sighing deeply, I had no desire to find out what time it was.

I thought of Skye. I contemplated human existence. I thought of Skye again. This loop managed to last for forty five minutes until I realized I had to see him.

I poked my head around the door, coast clear. The sleeping beauties still couldn't be woken if a bomb dropped.

After scrolling through tumblr on shitty WiFi, Skye texted to meet me in the lobby.

"Bonjourno," a voice called from a velvet sofa in the entrance hall.

Skye was lounged on it like a model waiting to be painted nude.

"That's Italian genius." I pushed his legs off the seat and perched next to him.

"I don't care of has more of a ring to it."

"So," I looked up at him and yawned. "How can we make France more interesting tomorrow?"

We spent an hour just talking. It turned out to be 7pm. Everyone else planned to sleep until we had to eat so we had the time. 

No, we didn't have frogs and snails for dinner, we had pasta and steak. It was a weird combo but it was delicious with tomato and basil sauce.

In the end, I couldn't sleep when I was supposed to. Tomorrow was the tour bus day and museum hunting. Yay.