Amy
"Now you two look after Amy. Shes the baby."
"We're triplets! How am i possibly the baby!?" I yelled angrily.
"Now! No yelling, I want a loving goodbye. Even you Amy." Mom held out her arm and pulled us all into a hug.
"Mommy, let go. You're gonna choke me." Nikki said smiling.
"Im gonna miss my girls." She lifted a hand and wiped her cheek.
"You're the one running off to marry a footballer." I said looking away. My other sister, Missy gave me a dangerous look.
"Love you mom." Nikki said waving.
"Take care girls!" She backed up onto the bus and waved.
"Did you really have to take a dig at the last moment?" Nikki said still smiling and waving at mom.
"It wasn't a dig it was true."
"You're so petty," Missy said grabbing the handle of her suitcase.
"And you're really annoying, but I guess neither of us will change!" I said raising my eyebrows as she walked away. Nikki digged me in the ribs with her elbow, but she was laughing.
We were all very different. You never would've thought we were sisters, let alone triplets. Nikki, was the oldest of the three of us. She had long flowing dark blonde hair. Dark eyebrows, and dark eyes. She was a model back home in San Francisco. Only local magazines and stuff but still. She was of model looks. Thin, elegant beautiful. She was the most popular girl in school at our old school. Dated the hottest guys and was obviously, a cheerleader. She was a girly girl. Missy was more like me. She had dark brown hair that reached down to her chest, dark eyebrows and dark brown eyes. She was a swimmer, so too had a thin body, but was athletic. She was star track athlete and also very popular. Me not so much. I was averagely thin, but I guess most would call me curvy, as I had an ass and boobs that both my sisters were jealous of. I was shorter than them by about an inch, but I always hated it as I was the youngest too. I did have rocking abs though. Not a six pack but I was toned as hell. That often happened with head cheerleaders. Yes, head cheerleader. Though you wouldn't guess. I had shorter hair than my sisters, and id dyed it red. It reached at the moment, just about my shoulders. I wore thick rimmed glasses, had dark eyes and wore a lot of black. I was more into music than my other two sisters and less into lessons. I was more known for not being at class than being there.
I hauled my massive suitcase up to the front steps of the Palm Woods. "Man I am sweating like a fat chick at a disco." I said panting.
"Well unsurprising, its like a hundred degrees and you're wearing a black top and carrying a ridiculously large bag." Missy said. I looked down at my top. She made a good point, but when id dressed this morning I thought my denim hot pants balanced it out. I also now realised my converse were probably a bad idea.
"I cannot even feel my feet." Nikki said.
"Maybe that's the 100 feet heels you're wearing." I said sarcastically. We walked through the front doors into an air-conditioned lobby. Man that felt good.
"Checking in?" A rather large man behind a desk said. He didn't smile. Id noticed that when we entered Hollywood. Not a lot of smiles.
"Uh yeah." Nikki said. "Im Nikki Spencer, and these are my sisters, Missy and Amy."
"And I am quite uninterested." The man said. Missy and I looked at eachother. "Now you know the conditions of living here? You must attend the school within the hotel and also uphold a successful career."
"Urm ok." Nikki said, her smile fading. "Well I'm a model, Missy is an actress and Amy is a dancer."
"A dancer huh?" He looked up at me and raised his eyebrows. "Hm" He grunted. I did not appreciate that.
"Excuse me?!" I said angrily.
"Here we go." Missy said quietly.
"What was that little hiss of disapproval about? Does dance not live up to the high rank of honour that working in the lobby of a hotel does?!" I snapped. The look of horror and disbelief on his face amused me, so I smiled. Job done. "I guess this is our key." I said snapping it out of his hand, slipping a ten dollar bill in its place. "Buy yourself a cookie dear."
I turned on my heels and walked away towards the elevator doors.
"Impressive." A voice said from a sofa.
"Excuse me?"
A boy stood up, smiling. He had tanned skin, dark hair, and was about my height. "Nobody steps up to Bitters. Ever."
"Do I get a medal or something?" I said.
He looked at me for a moment, then smiled more brightly.
"Maybe. Ill see what Ive got in my closet."
I bit my botton lip, smiled and nodded. "I'll expect a findings report in the morning then."
"You're staying here?" He said raised eyebrows.
"The suitcase wasn't a good enough indicator for you?" I said turning and pointing.
"Oh." He looked embarrassed.
"See you around Carlos." I said turning away.
"How did you know?" He replied confused.
"Your tags hanging out of your underwear." I smiled once again and turned away.
"Damn." I heard him whisper.
I could tell this would be fun.