Past Tense

€--------> Chapter #1 <--------€

Friday, April 11th, 2013
Dear Diary,

I just woke up on the plane. We're halfway to Indio, Palm Springs. Tomorrow I'm going to Coachella with Hannah and Inanna. It ends on the 21st, so I'll be staying in a hotel with them for 10 days. They said that there's someone they want me to meet. They won't tell me yet, but they said they think that we'll have a lot in common. Yesterday, I got plastic surgery on my nose. It was really bothering me, and I'm more than happy with the outcome. I hit 809 million loops on vine earlier today. A lot of news articles and posts on Instagram are predicting that I'll be the first viner to hit 1 billion loops. I hope so, but there are some others that are close behind me.

"Lele," Hannah nudges my shoulder. I take out an earbud and shut my diary, keeping my place with my pencil. "We're here."

"What? I thought it was 9 or something," I yawn and take out my phone. Nope, 12:46 AM. I shrug, and stuff my phone, diary, and earbuds into my bag.

After getting off the plane, we stop by the airports starbucks and get our squad drink: Vanilla Frappe. Yeah, we have a squad drink.

After ordering, we sit down. I pull up a page for Fantasy Springs Resort Casino, which is apparently the hotel we're staying in. I click on images for what the rooms look like, and the 3 of us kind of start obsessing over it.

We finish our drinks, and get on a bus which takes us to a rental car shop where we pick up a white Chevrolet Corvette.

After driving to the hotel, we get our keys and haul our insanely heavy suitcases up to our room. After unpacking, we do what we always do.

Talk, laugh, gossip, and post Instagram stories until we finally decide we're tired.

We don't really have a name for it, but if we did, it wouldn't be any better than Squad Drink.

Yeah, we need to get better at names.

"Wait, I got an idea," Inanna slides of the bed, making a thump on the floor. "Ouch," She grunts, and stands up.

We all nod, "Pizza."

She walks to the desk and sits on top, grabbing out her phone.

"Hello?" She asks. "Yeah, can I have..." She smirks.

"4 large pepperoni pizzas? Oh, with onions, bacon, olives, chicken, tomato, garlic, anchovies, and Italian sausage." Me and Hannah laugh, and record it.

"Oh, only 6 toppings? Ok... Take out the olives and anchovies."

"No, this is not a joke."

"84245 Indio Springs Parkway."

"Ok, thank you."

As soon as Inanna ends the call, we all burst out laughing. So hard that when I clutch my stomach, I fall off the bed. We should be done laughing by now, but when we start laughing, it's like it never ends until it hurts to breathe.

And then it gets hard to breath.

Now, well, I guess we have to wait for pizza.

Yay...

Fun...