Today is the day. The day when my friends and I go on vacation for two weeks to Hawaii. It is 5:48 right now, we are supposed to take off at 8:00 bit we have flexibility because we are taking my family's private jet. I am already all packed, I just have to eat then put all my stuff in my car and drive Christina's house where we are all meeting. I have to be there in 22 minutes. I get out of bed and text Christina.
T: Hey, 2days the day!
C: YEAH! I AM SOOO EXCITED!
T: Calm down no need 2 scream. I practically hear u from here!
C: K, u will b here by 5:10 right?
T: Yep, I have 2 go load my car.
C: K, c u soon!
T: Byeeeee.
I go run to the bathroom and brush my teeth, wash my face, and pull my hair into a high messy bun with a thin navy head band. I go back to my room and pull on black leggings, navy sweater, grey combat boots, and put my aviators on top of my head. I grab my phone and toiletries and run down stairs. I grab vanilla yogurt with blueberries and eat it as fast as humanly possible. I grab my 2 bags and put them in the trunk of my car.
My parents and brother, Caleb, are touring colleges around the country and are never home anyway. My mom owns Dauntless Black, which is one of the biggest high end designer clothes lines in the world and my dad is a retired professional swimmer. Due to my parents jobs, one can call us filthy rich. I have 2 cars a blue Corvette ZR1 Sports Car and a red 2003 Ferrari Enzo. We also have houses all over the world: one in Chicago, where we go to school most of the time, one in Hawaii, one in Paris, one in London, one in New York, one in Seoul (Korea), and one in Australia. Also, I may or may not be the top swimmer in the world in six events. I am also a runner, I have the world record in six events also, that is why people call me six.
Once all my bags are in my car I back out of my garage and press the button on my dashboard to my my guards open the front gate. As I pull down the really long drive way I can already see the flashes of the paparazzi outside. I roll up my one way glass windows. Even with the blacked out windows the paparazzi are still asking questions. "Are you looking for a boyfriend on vacation?" "What do you think about the 2016 Olympics in Rio?" I just say "no, I am not looking for a boyfriend" and drive off leaving all the other questions unanswered.