Hi, I've not had the inspiration to write more for Storm at the moment because ive been fixed on writing this. I'm going to try and word the accents how us Londoners would say it. Enjoy
"Oi Chloe, get the fuck up. Fuck me its bloody 11am you lazy cow. We have to leave in 30 minutes! GET UPPPPPPPP!"
"Alright mum, quit the screeching, chill your beans" Chloe rubbed her face onto her pillow and wished she had her own flat. London rent was bloody extortionate and living with her mum and sister was unfortunately it for her.
She was excited about going on holiday though, shed never been abroad before. South London had always been her home. They lived in a high rise in Brixton, she loved it here. She loved the diversity, the fact there was so much to do Sauf of da Riva.
She turned onto her back and flung her arm across her face, it was raining as per usual and the drops were banging against the window. She rolled over and swung her legs over the bed, rising from her single bed with love heart bed sheets she shuffled to her dressing table. She whipped a brush through her long dirty blonde hair and put it in a pony tail. Her hair was her best asset she thought; it came just past her waist and was dead straight.
Walking to her wardrobe she grabbed the clothes she had set out the night before. Blue skinny jeans, FCUK t-shirt and a pair of fitflops. She grunted as she tried to get the jeans over her legs and shoved her top down. She popped her hoop earrings in and went to the bathroom, brushing her teeth and using the toilet she washed her face and moisturised.
Strolling back to her bedroom she grabbed her bag and stomped to the front door. Her sister Lexi was already waiting there with her eyebrow arched.
"Cutting it fine ah Clo, what time did you get to sleep last night aye" Lexi said with a wiggle of her brows.
"Shut it shit head. But late. Fucking late" she winked. Clo loved reading romance novels or as her sister called it smut rags.
"Mum fuck me its 11:20, you lazy cow. COME ON" Clo and Lexi laughed at her mocking tone.
"Shut it Clo" her mum blustered into the hallway slapping her head, then counted the bags. "Right got ya passports?", "Yes mum" they both said in unison.
Clo and Lexi loved their mum but she treated them like kids still, they were 25 and 27 for god's sake.
Their taxi beeped hard and they all jumped in unison. "Fucking dichead" Lex swore. Filing out of the door with their bags and hand luggage they put the bags down on the curb. The cabbie got out and popped the boot, after putting their bags away they got into the back of the taxi. The cabbie slammed his door. He stank to high heaven and Clo tried not to breathe through her nose.
"Where to love" he asked "Heathrow" said Tracey their mum.
They had all put money towards this holiday, being a single mum Tracey couldn't afford to take the girls away. Working two jobs as a dinner lady and in a café, they never had much money. This was going to be a life changing holiday. They had booked a cute log house in the sticks, not too populated but there was enough around to do. It was a good price too, they could chill out and explore. Clo and Lexi brought money in now so they all had a decent amount of spending money.
Clo had a ton of books on her kindle and Lexi was apparently going to score herself some yummy bloke. Apparently.
"Its going to be well good, I'm going to stuff my bloody face" Lexi said looking out the window with a sigh.
"Your bloody not Lex! Look at your thighs love, your mouth don't need more stuffing" said their mum with a criticising look.
"Alrite ill stuff another hole" she said while pissing herself laughing. Clo loved her sister she was funny as fuck and liked to shock their mum. Tracey rolled her eyes
"Watch your mouth Lex, ill bloody wash it out with soap if you carry on".
The rest of the journey they all talked about what they were going to do, what they wanted to see and the food. Yes the food, that yank food was fucking lovely, all big portions and tons of sugar.
Clo had been down the gym everyday for 3 weeks working off a few pounds ready for this. She was going to stuff her chevy chase.
12 hours later they had touched down; Clo grabbed her bag from the overhead locker and pulled out her little mirror. She looked liked she had been dribbling in her sleep. Her sister confirmed this "you were well funny sleepy Clo, looked like a fucking zombie" she then demonstrated this by making zombie noises with her tongue hanging out.
Clo laughed and they walked down the small aisle. She was starving and the promise of a "fuck off big mac" was making her salivate.
They waited in a massively long line at customs; finally it was their turn to go through. "What's the nature of your stay here" said a straight faced man. "Holiday" she answered; he looked at her passport and looked at her. She smiled wide and flicked her hair over her shoulder.
He didn't seem impressed he then proceeded to ask her a barrage of questions. By the end she felt like a criminal. "I'm just here for a holiday love; I've got a few hundred quid and don't intend to stay for more than my time".
After taking her finger prints and her picture he waved her through and it was Lex's turn, Clo felt sorry for the bloke as Lex seemed to answer every question with a sarcastic response, speaking in the queens English was not in her sisters character and she was asked to repeat everything so he actually understood what she was banging on about.
He seemed to wave her through with a look of relief, and then it was mums turn. She was bloody ages telling him everything about her life and what this holiday was to her. "He doesn't want her life story" Lex laughed. Clo's stomach growled and she wanted to shout at her mum to quit her gabbing and give the man a break.
Finally they made it through and got their bags. It was a 2 hour drive to their holiday cabin and they all decided to grab a burger at the Macca's in the airport.
Clo ordered a quarter pounder that was the size of a plate and the drink was so big Clo thought it would last her whole bloody holiday. Lex and Clo happily chewed their food while their mum went for a fag. Tracey smoked a lot and the flight had made her very irritable.
"You'll get fucking cancer mum if you don't stop" Lex said whilst waving the smoke from her face.
"Lex I'm going to die anyway so ill go out doing stuff I like alright, stop naggin" Tracey stubbed out the cigarette and they hailed a cab.
"Welcome to the United States Ma'am, where would you like to go" the new cab driver said with a wide happy smile.
Tracey gave the address and they hopped into the cab. The landscape got less and less dense with concrete and people and seemed to open up to large fields, woods and small towns.
Clo's iPod was turned up and she was enjoying her "90s mix" whilst staring out of the window. She could see her sister slapping her mouth away chewing gum looking like a yapping dog. Mum was trying to doze and snoring a little. Finally the bright eyed taxi bloke announced they had 10 minutes left.
Good, my arse is going to fall off Chloe thought.