I woke up in the morning to an angry pixie.
"Bella if your ass is not in the shower in the five minutes, I swear to fucking god, I will burn your book."
"Fuck you Alice, and if you burn my book, I'll burn your clothes. And plus, I haven't sent the final product to Angela yet. This is my sequel, and I've worked my but off, so bite me."
"Then come on! Our flight leaves in a few hours."
"Fine"
I got up and walked to the shower, and started undressing. I let the hot water envelop me and washed my hair. I got to my bedroom, to see what outfit Alice and Rose had picked out.
It was actually not bad. It was a striped tank top, with navy, white and silver. She had put out dark wash skinny jeans with silver flats.
I dressed and walked out of me and Alice's room, and saw my suitcases standing by the front door. Then a wave of excitement hit me. This was it! My vacation before the book tour.
I was a 21 year old 3 time best-selling author, with my fashion designer best friend, along with my other mechanic friend. Alice the fashion crazed designer, with Rosalie the #1 mechanic in Seattle. We all had an apartment together in Seattle. It was a 2 bedroom 2 bath that was kind of cheap, but nice. God knows we could afford better but, we don't.
So we're going on vacation to some resort of South America.
We get to the airport and wait for the boarding, when Rose and I decide to grab some stuff to do. We went to the stores and got magazines, puzzles, and more.
"Rose, why are you doing this for me?"
"Because silly Bella, we love you."
We walked in silence back to Alice. We just got there when she told us it was boring. Wow. A whole month of relaxation.
We boarded into our first class seat, never knowing we were going to get the ride of a lifetime.