Fanfiction: Season 1

Three: When Reality kicks in

ALYA POV
I woke up to the sound of knocking on my hotel room door.

“Hmmm, I'm coming.” I muttered throwing a robe over my silky black pajamas and lumbering towards the door.

“Yeah?” I said when I opened the door.

A small petite woman with her auburn hair in a bun and wearing a business suit was at the door holding a clipboard and pen.

“Hi Alya, I am Dimitra, your personal assistant. I have come to inform you that it is mandatory that you are in the lobby in a half hour.”

“Oh, ok thanks.” I replied, shutting the door to put myself together.

I stripped out of my pajamas and changed into a white crop top that had the Australian flag laying over my heart. I paired that with a pair of red overall shorts, leaving one of the strap hanging lose. From there I slipped on my white sneakers and threw my hair into twinning buns.

I was ready in five.

I gathered my luggage, which consisted of two large suitcases, a duffle bag, and three smaller bags,  and made my way to the hotels lobby.

Nobody but a bellboy, and clerk were in the room. I seemed to be early, which was weird because all the girls were supposed to be here within the half hour.

I sat down at a bench and waited patiently. I was already missing my family and friends from Australia,  but I promised my grandma I wouldn't give up on this opportunity. I sighed.

“No no no no no!” I heard a voice cry out, followed by a bang.

I looked over to see a girl with black hair and browned skin. She wore a loose black plain short sleeve t-shirt that refused to sit on her shoulders rightfully that was tucked into a pair of stainless white high waisted shorts, and a pair of gladiator sandals, and topped the outfit off with a pair of black Ray Ban sunglasses. Several of her bags had tumbled out onto the floor, makeup spilling out of half of them.

I walked over and started helping her pick them up.

“Oh my gosh, thanks.” The girl said. “My name is Neveah by the way.”

“Alya, nice to meet you.” I told her,  randomly shoving makeup in bags. Who owns this much makeup? What kind of person even wears that much?

“Excuse me coming thro-” Another girl, with light brown hair,fair skin, and blue eyes, carrying multiple bags started to say, but tripped over Neveah's luggage.

She wore a gray tank top with the band name Panic! At The Disco printed on it in red. She paired that with some jean short shorts and flat red sandals.

And like Neveah's bags,  her were scattered about the floor as well.

“Are you okay?” I asked, walking over to help the other girl to her feet.

“I'm okay, thank you.” She smiled,her voice was laced with an accent.

“I am so sorry. This is all my fault.” Neveah apologized, helping the other girl with her bags.

“It's fine. I should have watched where I was going.”

“I'm Neveah.” The dark toned girl said.

“Nice to meet you, I am Luna.” she said.

“I'm Alya.” I added, putting the last bit of accessories in a bag. I hope that I didn't mix their items.

Oh well,  they'd figure it out.

“Are you guys here from the writing comp as well?” Neveah asked us.