When in Rome, do as the German's do ?
What would you do if you went on a two month holiday with your school to Rome. Found out there were only four of you actually going, decided that because it was your three best friends going with you, you would brake all the rules, literally bumped into the most beautiful boy you had ever met and found out he was in one of the most loved bands in Germany? Oh and did I mention the catch was that you couldn't get caught. Well I'll tell you what I did.
Oh my god was all that was going through my head. The flight for Rome was leaving in four hours and I still hadn't packed. As you could tell I'm really lazy. I always leave everything to the last minute.
I finally got everything packed. Its hard packing cloths for two months and I had five suitcases. And I'm the tomboy of the group that's going. This was going to be fun. Out of the four of us that were going there were three girls-Natalie: the dumb blond but you cant help but love her to death, Cherry: the expert on all things love related. I swear she has the biggest brain on the planet and me: Karyn the tomboy of the group although I still had my girly moments only my closest friends ever heard or saw them. The boy is call Damien, he is as straight as a roundabout and isn't afraid to show it so we count him as one of the girls.
My mom and dad went with me to the school. They said that they wanted to see me off because they wouldn't be seeing me for such a long time. But I thought that two months wouldn't be that long. Boy was I wrong.
When we finally got to the school I practically jumped out the car and over to Damien. "Yo, dood!" I shouted as I got nearer the group. The trip would be so cool. There was only one teacher going with us-Mrs Scott. She was the nicest teacher in the school and said that we could wonder around Rome on our own as long as one of us had her cell number and to make things even better, Damien, Natalie and Cherry all speak fluent Italian and German. But the German wasn't important. Or so we thought.
"God, parents. Why the hell do they cry every time we go away for more than a day?" I asked the whole group. "Who knows" said Cherry. She was always the most talkative of the group but it was really early in the morning so I didn't blame her for not talking. I was really hyper because I didn't get any sleep, that always happens. The funny thing was that Damien was the only one that seemed to be able to handle it. out We got a really big coach even of the group me and him were best friends. We never told the others but I always did like him about one percent more. Even my parents trusted him. He stayed over at my house all the time and I stayed at his whenever he wasn't staying at mine. It was almost like we were brother and sister but Damien was a brother and a sister. Him being gay really had it's advantages some times,
though there were only five of us (Including the teacher) it was really cool. The coach had just started moving when we all started running around. Mrs Scott called us all down to the front and said "Alright kids, I'm going to need to know who is sharing a room with who. Oh and Damien dear do you mind having a room to yourself ?"
"Damien can share a room with me Mrs Scott." I said. She gave me a puzzled look so I went on to explain. "You see Miss, Damien and I stay over at each others houses all the time, and have permission from our parents to share a room"
"Ok then. Girls are you ok with that?"
All four of us nodded and Mrs Scott let out a laugh. She was our favourite teacher and she let us do what ever we wanted. She trusted us. We all went up to the back of the coach then and started making plans for when we got to Rome. " We should all go out to a real Pizzeria." said Damien and we all agreed. I don't like pizza but I knew I could get other things there. You see I love pasta-I would more than happily live off it if I had to- "We should go an see that fountain from the Lizzi McGuire movie" said Natalie. I couldn't help it, I had to laugh at that. " I think you mean the Trevi fountain Nat" I half said half laughed. This was going to be one interesting trip.
When we got to the airport we couldn't believe our eyes. There were more girls there than I had ever seen in my life. They were all holding up Tokio hotel signs. We all hated that band they had the worst music ever and the were all air headed creeps! "Oh, god. Look who's here" I said pointing to all of the posters. We all rolled our eyes at the same time. Then Damien said "Well that Bill-guy is kinda cute" we all looked at him and I made a face that looked like I was going to be sick. "I just hope they are going back to Germany." I said as we went to check in.
That's when it happened. I was standing up because I had got fed up of sitting and all of a sudden about five hundred girls ran past and knocked me over. When I got up I saw them. Tokio hotel standing there giving me apologetic looks. "Oh, Hell. No" was all I said. I gave them all growls then ignored them. I couldn't help it I heard them say something in German so I looked at Damien and said "What did they say?" he looked at me as if to say 'you don't want to know' so I nudged him with my shoulder, he took a deep breath and said "They called you an arrogant Bitch"
"What!" I all but shouted. This was just great.
It was time to get on the flight and we were in first class. Just when I thought things couldn't get any worse, we found out that we were sitting in front of them and we could here everything they said. They were deliberately talking in English and they were talking about me. It was those stupid Kaulitz twins. God I hated them so much. I couldn't take it anymore so I turned round and said "Look if you to have anything to say to me then say it to my fucking face!" they just looked at me as if I was speaking in a language. I swear that if Damien wasn't there I would have tried to kill one of them. I was so glad when we got off the plane. We wouldn't have to see them again for about 2 months if note even more. Or so I thought.