"Hurry up Sonja. We're going to be late." I yell behind the bathroom door. "I'm straightening my hair. Give me 2 minutes." She yells back. "I'll go call a taxi to take us to the airport." I say grabbing my phone. "It'll be here in 5" I say. I make sure I have everything. the basic necessities, my computer, and some good old Canadian maple syrup. The syrup in America is nothing compared to Canada. "It's here." Sonja yells. We walk out.
LE TIME SKIP TO PLANE LANDING.
"Tucker" Sonja yells as we approach him. "Hey! How was the flight?" he asked. "Fine" We both answer. We get into Tucker's car and drive to his house. We walk in and there is alot of people in there. I recognize some. Tom, Nade, Tony, Josh, Jordan. HOLY CRAP TON ITS JORDAN FRICKEN MARON. I just stand there. "Hello? Earth to Rachel." Sonja says. "That's Jordan Maron." I say. "Yes and I'm Sonja Reid. Done with the names now?" She asks. "Yes" I say with a slight stutter. I put my bags in the spare bedroom of Tucker's house. There's a knock on the door. "Come in." I yell a little to loud. Oops. "Hey." I hear a familiar British accent say. "Tom, hey." I say hugging him. "Welcome to America." He says. "I've lived here before. I moved when I was 14." I say. "Just trying to be friendly. I wnat you to meet someone." He says as he pulls my arm out the door. He pulls me to a handsome young man who I can't tell whom it is cause its dark. "Riley meet Jordan." Tom says. I freeze and look at Tom. " Be social" He says as he walks away. "Hi" Jordan says with a stutter. He doesn't stutter. "Hi" I say staring into his eyes. "Hi" He says again. I could hear it a thousand times.
Sorry I haven't been writing. Hope you liked it. My new catchphrase is Fuck a bag. I like it. It sums up my personality. What's your catchphrase? Bye guys!!!!!!!! $$$$$$
