Chemical Kids

"I can hear you music over my thoughts"  Jasmine called from across the isle way, running her fingers though her thick, bright orange long hair and pulling it into a messy bun, ready for the 23 hour flight to Australia ahead of us.
"I hate new kids" I grumbled, sinking further into my seat and crossing my arms over my chest
"You wont hate these ones...."

"These four beautiful boys had no choice but to put up myself, Tamara and Jasmine for the next three and a half months, or at least 23 hours."