Goodbye NYC, Hello London
"Good morning, Ashton and Taliah. How are you?" Cheryl, the flight attendant, asked.
"Great, until I saw those shoes." Ashton snickered, and high-fived Taliah, her best friend and twin sister.
Taliah and Ashton were being transferred from their ah-mazing New York City high-school, to a boarding school in London, which they couldn't complain about. London was rumored to have some of the cuh-utest boys and best modeling agencies. Both of which, the twins ah-dored.
When they were young girls, their mother, Chanell Montiere, was a totally famous model for CoverGirl London. She got her children into elite photoshoots and from then on, they had been doing photoshoot almost all their lives. Something every girl envied about them at their old school, and probably all the new girls would too.
They continued shuffling towards the huge, inviting, couches that that lined either side of the Montiere's private jet. The collapsed on the suede couches, with bottles of Perrier at hand.
"You know, I think I might actually miss NYC, even though we are going to London." Ashton admitted.
"I'm not, except for Devon and Megyn. They were the ones who taught us everything we know fashion." Taliah sighed. Ashton nodded, but brushed it away. She couldn't be depressed when she was going to be meeting with a new agency and going to a new school. Everyone would think she had depression problems, which was nawt an option. She had to appear beautiful, and confident, but most of all, proud.
"Welcome to London!" The pilot exclaimed, over the speakers, after a few hours of watching TV and texting friends.
The twins grabbed their purses, and scooted towards the stairs that led down to the ground.
"Ugh, I just had to wear heels today." Taliah moaned, as she bobbled down the stairs.
"That's why you wear sensible shoes, like Cheryl for example." Ashton giggled. She smiled at her Prada flats from their new fall line.
"Do you know what else I'm excited for?" Ashton asked.
"No, and don't really care." Taliah growled. Ashton giggled at her sister's crabbiness.
"The new wardrobe we bought for fall season here in London. Other than our accents and the fact we're new, people won't even notice we're from NYC." Ashton said, smiling with pure joy.
"Oh yeah, that's wonderful, Ash." Taliah said sarcastically, removing her Versace pumps, and continuing down the stairs barefoot.
"Taliah, you are pathetic." Ashton said.
"I know, but I had to make an impression." Taliah whined, stomping her naked foot.
"Whatever you say, Tal." Ashton sighed.
Finally, down the stairs, Taliah slid her heels onto her feet, and they twins linked arms, and sauntered into the airport.
"Montiere!" A bald man shouted, searching the mobs of people.
"That must be our limo driver." Ashton sighed, disgusted.
"Unfortunately." Taliah said, and she calmly walked toward the old man, dragging a very stubborn Ashton behind her.
"Are you the Montiere family?" The man asked. The girls began pinching each other, behind their backs.
"Ouch! I mean… yes." Taliah exclaimed, as she kicked Ashton, who bent over in pain.
"Sorry." Ashton whispered, but the man had already grabbed all their ten bags, and was sprinting outside, to the limo.
"Don't you think he's a little too old to be that fast?" Taliah wondered out loud.
"Either that, or we're out of shape, Taliah." Ashton said before running ahead, thankful again she wore flats. Taliah shuffled in behind her, a few moments later.
"We have a very tight schedule, ladies. No time for messing around. I have many errands to complete before supper at the academy. Please do keep in my mind, that at Foxcroft, you must learn to be punctual, ladies." The man said quickly, loading the suitcases into the limo.
"Huh?" The twin's said in unison.
"Learn to be on time and pay attention, or you'll be sent all the way back to New York." He said gruffly, pushing them into the limo.
"I'd rather you go, and we'll just drive ourselves there." Ashton mumbled, scooting into the limo.
"Jeez, I hope everyone here isn't like that, especially the guys." Taliah moped.
"By the way girls, I'm Mr. Alvord." Mr. Alvord introduced himself.
"Oh. That's nice." Taliah giggled.
Mr. Alvord sped off, slamming on breaks, and taking very sharp turns.
Taliah's aqua Chocolate began ringing.
"Hullo?" Taliah answered.
"Nice accent." Ashton whispered, elbowing Taliah in the ribs.
"No, she's in the bathroom She hasn't been feeling well, after the flight." Taliah replied, smirking at Ashton.
Ashton snatched the phone from her sister's manicured hand.
"Hey, this is Ashton." Ashton said.
"Hey girly!" Megyn and Devon screamed, then doubled over laughing.
"Nice to hear you're happy again. It's a nice change from when you wouldn't let go of my leg when we left to board our jet." Ashton giggled.
"Well, I needed to at least try to get you to stay, and I was running out of ideas." Megyn laughed. Ashton could almost imagine Megyn's genuine smile.
"I'm sorry, but I gotta go. I'll send you pictures of the academy. Bye!" Ashton said hurriedly, before the tears came. Talking to her best friends any longer would result in major tears, and major mascara run. But at least it was a good reason to cry.
"Ladies, please pay attention. You two really are all over the gaff." Mr. Alvord sighed. ( SORRY, THROUGHOUT THE STORY I USE REAL BRITISH SLANG... IT WAS SO TEMPTING.. I JUST HAD TO...)
"Huh?" The two girls said in unison.
"Oh boy, this really is going to be a brilliant year," Mr. Alvord said sarcastically. "We've finally made it. This is FoxcroftAcademy, the most prestigious boarding school in London. Of the many, this is the only one that is only open for females. There are many classes available, which interests many young, aspiring, ladies to attend this academy. Because of the interest we receive, we make more than one million dollars a year, from tuition and additional costs, from over 500 attendee's we have at this estate." He said.
"I have no idea what he just said." Taliah giggle-whispered.
"Ah-greed," Ashton whispered. "So, Mr. Alvord, does Foxcroft ever meet up with any other nearby schools, well... particularlyboys, for gatherings or activities?" She asked, admiring the countryside, as they drove up the winding driveway to the dorms.
"You two just love to gab, don't you?" Mr. Alvord spit.
"Well, we are girls, sir." Ashton pointed out.
"That's brilliant ladies, but I'm tired of all this malarkey, I mean, nonsense," He sighed. "Let's get you two inside." Grabbing a few suitcases, he took them inside, and set them in the lift. He ordered a few pretty cuh-ute employees to fetch the rest of the bags.
"Hey, thanks for getting our bags. We're new students from New York City." Taliah flirted, with Troy, an unusually hawt boy.
"Oh, it was my pleasure. I didn't know girls had so many clothes." Troy laughed.
"Well, we are a little obsessed about clothes. We are from NYC, fashion capital." Taliah giggled. Troy just smiled at her, dazed.
"Okay, let's go lovebird." Ashton complained, grabbing her sister's bony arm, who giggled and waved goodbye to Troy.
Mr. Alvord briskly walked over to the reception desk, and asked the receptionist to call the girls, who would show the twins around.
"Sure, Mr. Alvord." Linda, the receptionist smiled, politely. She gave a ring to Ivy Run Dorm Building, one of the three dorm buildings at Foxcroft. There were three individual building, that each had 100 rooms for the students.
"Hello Mrs. Reckett, would you please send Brenna and Scarlette to the main office, to give the new students a tour? Oh, thanks a bunch." Linda said, hanging up the phone.
In a few moments, two of the most beautiful girls the twins had ever seen strutted into view.
The first girl, the prettier of the two, who had brilliant, red fiery curls, that bounced around her porcelain skin, model-walked towards the girls. The second girl, who had chestnut brown hair, giggled and smiled, exploding with confidence on ever inch of her bornzed skin.
"Hullo, Mr. Alvord." The first girl said, toying with a fiery, red curl.
"Thanks, Brenna. I'll leave you two to it." Mr. Alvord said, and scuttled away. Brenna and the second girl eyed the twins outfit. Taliah being more of the fashionista chose to wear:
-Twenty8Twelve Black Velvet Skinny Jeans
-Vince Turtleneck in Burnt Orange
-Vince Cashmere Striped Cardigan in Black and Gray
-Black Pumps from Versace
"Cute outfit… Umm…" Brenna admired.
"Oh, it's Taliah Montiere." Taliah introduced.
"Brilliant. I'm Brenna Caisson. This is my blinding best friend Scarlette Jones." Brenna said.
"That's awesome. I'm Ashton Montiere. Taliah is my twin sister." Ashton smiled, fixing her Dolce & Gabbana sunglasses. She caught Scarlette checking out her black turtleneck and red jumper dress from Walter, black leggings that just touched above her ankles, and a pair of black Prada ballet flats. She flashed a supermodel pose.
"Cute outfit. I have a feeling we're going to be the best of friends." Scarlette said dreamily, but none of the girls saw the coy smile she was hiding. Nobody suspected she wasn't as innocent as she looked.