Trudy's summer time b & b
Patricia's Pov
Today was it, first day of summer. And for me and my uni room mate, joy mercer, it was the beginning of 6 weeks in the middle of nowhere. Well technically it was the middle of the English countryside but if you've been to the English country side you know it might as well be the middle of nowhere. Most people in our year were going out to Majorca, or Florida or anywhere party central or just going home. Or even a bit of both. But neither I nor joys were going home, and we couldn't stretch our budget far enough for even a week away. You see I've not spoken to my parent for almost a year now. You see they wanted me to study a "practical" subject that could get me somewhere in life. I chose to study drama. Doesn't sound like me but I actually enjoy it. My parents and I had a massive fall out because in my mind music which is what my sister is studding isn't practical either, but her being her gets the benefit of the doubt and I get shunned for a whole year. I'm surprised me and joy even made it through our first year here. I met her when we were assigned a dorm together. And were now best friends. We do everything together even homework, which may not seem like a good idea seeing as she studies fine arts while I study drama. But it didn't matter. And we were so excited about this holiday, nothing could put us down.
Joys Pov
Me and Patricia practically ran from last lesson to meet up at our dorm. We both were going to a small B&B in the country and we were actual quite excited. I was from central London and she was from Liverpool so we were both used to busy areas so this would make a change. But hopefully a nice change. We grabbed our suitcases and ran for the car park. I called a taxi the moment I got out of lesson to take us to the train station. And I knew it wouldn't take long seeing as the taxi station is just down the road from the dorms. I wasn't going home this year. My mum and dad needed "alone space" their marriage is hanging by a tread and I think it would be best for them to sort out this argument on their own so A. There's a higher chance it'll solve itself and B. So I don't have to hear them fighting. We already have a plan of action. We get a train there, for breakfast we have food the place provides, there's a pub and chippy in the small village down the road for dinner and for lunch we get snacks from the co-op because the rooms provide mini-fridges. We would spend the time for me, practicing my painting because the outdoors will hopefully give me inspiration and a calm place to work and for her to study old plays. I'm so excited.
Fabians Pov
So I'm beginning to think it might be a mistake. I decided I would spend my entire summer in an old B&B for peace to work on my novel and read some old books, but this place is really unpopular, and there's hardly anyone there. So basically that's 6 weeks all on my own but I'm growing up now. It's probley great, I'm getting solidarity. And with my past with girls, I'm going to need to be used to being alone. God I'm pathetic. My mum thinks I have a secrete girlfriend or something. She doesn't believe it's possible someone my age STILL hasn't had a girlfriend. I'm studying at one of the country's most ELITE universities. I don't have time for relationships. But while I'm away, I'm just going to spend all my time enjoying the quiet and writing my novel. It's based on an ancient Egyptian myth meets modern era. Loads of people are making modernised things these days. Example, Sherlock. Benedict cumberbatch and martin freeman certainly don't look like there from several centuries ago. I love ancient Egypt, I study mythology and all I want to do is make more people realise how great it is. But I feel I'm losing this battle. I just need to make this an AMAZING novel that appeals to young generation and opens up so many minds of the amusingness that it is. But that not got much chance has it.
Maras Pov
I can't wait for this holiday. I'm pretty sure I need a getaway. You see, as much as I love journalism, and studying about it, I've had more than one panicky attack this term. The nurse suggested I have some tablets and then told me a week away from crowded placed would be the best thing for me. So I looked online and places in the country with remote areas and found a small B&B at really cheap prices so I instantly booked a room. I'm staying the full summer. I was going to spend at least one week with my parents but they live in the busiest spot of London so I decided against it. I don't know what I'm going to do though. Doing too much sent me into a nervous wreck but if there's nothing to do in the town I might be the exact same from too little to do. God I'm sending myself into warring already. Just, tell yourself it'll be fine and I'm sure it will be. Okay, deep breaths. I have my bag, my booking information, train tickets. My tablets are with me and I have my laptop. I should be ready. The taxi ride the train station is short and sweet hardly a word muttered so I pay my fare and am gone.
Jerome's Pov
Alfie and I had our whole summer planned out. We get our plane, go to Ibiza, party each night, then 3 weeks in get a plane and go to Majorca, spend the next 3 weeks parting there. It was perfect. But that's when both our parents dropped a bombshell. They weren't paying anymore. They realised just how bad money was, the government enforcing completely random taxes such as a bedroom tax, thanks a lot David Cameron. *note to sarcasm*so now wave put all our money together and ... drum roll please... the British countryside. Yeah, it's like a build up to a letdown. We're not going home this summer. Were trying to prove to our parents were independent. But now our chances of meeting any girls are reduced to nothing. But so much for summer of a life. Now we'll be stuck in a room all holiday. But I guess we'll have a chance to catch up on school work. Not how we would spend our time but we barely made our first year of university, and that's the thing. Were in university, wave grown up. And I guess, well I need to move my grades up.
Alfie's Pov
So, instead of Ibiza partying and foreign girls were in the countryside! No chance of a tan, no chance of clubs and CERTAINLY, no foreign girls. I bet there'll be a farm nearby. Me and Jerome planned this entire holiday for what. Cows and sheep. Yep. Living the summer dream. With our bags back we run of site to find the bus stop to the train station. This will be a long 6 weeks.
Ambers Pov
Well, with daddy on his honey moon, I decided I should at least try to be independent. Him finally getting married to someone I know he loves made me realise, they're going to want space. So I planned an entire holiday with money I made without his help to prove to him I can do anything on my own. I got a small job at a cafe and managed to save up enough for six weeks in the country. Not glamorous I know but, I'm studying psychology and were about to learn how being brought up differently effects who you are when the New Year starts. And being brought up in the country DEFINATLEY means you're brought up differently to a Londoner, so it'll be great to see the diversity. The only reason I'm taking psychology is because when I'm older, I want to be a relationships counsellor. In high school I was known as the love guru, I had a desk set up and everything behind the bike sheds. And I managed to save many a relationships. But as I got older they were harder to solve so I know if I don't want to be held responsible for far too many divorces, I need to fully understand the mind before people trust their marriage with me. And being out there getting experience will be great for me.
Nina's Pov
I had to get away; I can't stay there, in her house. With her belongings. And her family heirlooms. The legal stuff can wait a few weeks; I just... can't stay in that house. Where she brought me up, raised me. When my parents died she was who helped me get through it, but who's going to help me get through this? I booked the B&B place last night. My friend told me I need to get away and she's right. I'm going to stay in a small area of England, completely different from here. Busy New York will be gone soon. I take one last look at the grave before I go.
"I friend, a mother, a beloved gran." I walk back to the cab (I changed from taxi to cab because I know Americans say cab more often, p.s when I'm doing Nina and eddies Pov if I make any American language mistakes please tell me.) I asked the driver if we could stop by the grave one last time before I went to the airport.
"You okay back there" he asks as I climb back in a stray tear down my cheek.
"Yeah," I say just above a whisper. "Can we go the the airport now." And we just drive of
Eddies Pov
This wasn't just a normal argument with my dad; this was above the water argument, him trying to get me out of his life again. Eric wasn't a man deserving of the title dad. My whole childhood I grew up in America him in England, he never took trips out here, I had to go to him every summer and it was fun. And when I went to university I was accepted into oxford. It was on the other side of the country but I was closer to my dad. I've literally been here 5 minutes and he has already been trying to get me to go back to America. I litrlly just grabbed my computer found the first reasonably priced B&B and booked a room for a full 6 weeks. I grabbed my bag which I hadn't even unpacked yet and printed the booking info and snuck out the door without saying goodbye. I hop on the next train and just go. I don't care that this place is in the countryside it was away from my dad so it was final.
Micks Pov
Oh and if it doesn't feel like England. I was awarded a scholarship at an intense uni in Australia but I'm spending my holiday in my home. Well, not my house. But my country. I was getting the next train to the county when I found a sweet looking B&B on a website. I was proving a point to my mum and dad that I can spend my own money responsibly andnot have to sponge of them. To be honest, my older brothers a doctor so I just don't want to go home to hear about all "amazing tom" this every second. And he doesn't stop talking about blood, it creeps me out. The place I'm staying is in the middle of nowhere, but it looks sweet. And I heard that you can meet nice people in the area so its worth going to see. I just hope this will be a summer to remember for all the right reasons.
Trudys Pov
I cant believe it, just when I'm worried about this place going bankrupt, 10 people coming to stay. And its not all one party, 8 individual groups seperatley coming to stay all at once! Ill have to make sure everything perfect, weve never been this busy before and some positive reviews could save this place! I need to add 2 chairs to the breakfast table and maybeput some beanbag chairs out in the living room. Weather the guests talk with each other or not is unknow, but of they all want to hang out together there needs to be more seating in the lounge. The rooms are all ready, theres enough food in the fridge right? Do I need to nip down the co-op? Oh god. This is hard but if it'll save this business, its worth it.
I count 11 povs so that must mean 1st chapter is done! Soo what going to happen? Well you'll have to wait till next week to find out.
Its over. Season 3 is .. over.
Okay... if you don't know the basics of a B&B its a bed and get a room and you are served breakfast. There normally very informal and people tend to be very friendly with one another. There is normally a lounging area with a few couches what-not. They are not as big as a hotel and have maybe ten or so rooms. Some B&B s have room numbers but one I stayed in named rooms after flowers. We were in lilac room. Thats baisicly it. Any questions just click that review buttin there. Any suggestions just click that review button there. I shall update once a week I don't know yet but give me time. This is one of my first stories I feel really confident in and don't want to ruin by making to cheesy. So... yeah.
