Chapter 2:
Right when I got off the plane, the bright California sun blinded me; I was just about to take my first step to get off the plane when someone pushed me.
Ugh, Classic Malorie I thought when I saw the blond blur of hair shove me into the door of the plane.
"Ow!" I say disgusted at Malorie's childish behavior, "You couldn't wait for me to get off the plane?"
"Oh, shut-up! It's not like you're here to meet the man of your dreams and he whisks you away to an island paradise, unlike my Justin-Bear will." Malorie sneers at me, than looks up to the sunny California sky with a smug look on her face. Sometimes I wonder how I put up with her crap.
"Isn't this just wonderful?" Leilah asks me after taking in a deep breath.
"Yeah," I say looking at the palm trees and let out a big sigh, "At least we are going to be here for six weeks. This is a lot to take in. The Justin Bieber concert, shopping, and the hotel may be an adventure all its own. It would be funny if Justin stayed in the same hotel as we did."
Malorie throws me a nasty look, then turns to Leilah's mom with an innocent look and says, "Mrs. Moreno, where is the car?"
"Right there." says Mrs. Moreno pointing, past the millions of people dragging their luggage into the airport, towards a blue 2009 M3 BMW.
When I catch sight of the glistening blue of the car, I nudge Leilah and we say at the same time as if it where rehearsed, "Awesome!"
"I call shotgun!" I yell running towards the car.
"Hey, that's not fair! You got a head start!" Leilah yells while bolting after me.
"I swear they could be sisters!" Mrs. Moreno says while shoving her luggage in the trunk.
Mrs. Moreno starts the car and I grab the dial to change the radio station to something that would make everyone have the best time on this car ride.
"Skye, you sure know your way around a BMW M3.", says Mrs. Moreno in an impressed tone.
"Oh it's nothing really. My mom had one when she was in high school and she got one for herself when I was seven. There is one in the garage; my dad is fixing it up for my sixteenth birthday. Too bad I don't know what model it is." I say with a smile.
Right when we are about a mile away from the hotel, Single Ladies by Beyoncé comes on the radio and Leilah and I start singing on the top of our lungs and dancing in the car. When it went off, Mrs. Moreno turned off the ignition and we just happened to be in front of the hotel. We walked up to the front desk and I couldn't help but feel like someone was watching me, I looked around and all I could see was what looked like the back of a sixteen-year-old's head, whom seemed really busy messing around with his black iPhone.
"One room reserved for a Mrs. Moreno, and one for a Miss. Norman" said the front desk manager, whom now was handing Mrs. Moreno the key to her room.
"Here you go Miss. Norman," said the manager after politely taping me on the shoulder. Obviously, I need to pay more attention I think to myself, but I cannot help but feel like I know this person.
"Oh, thank you." I say with a shy smile, while politely taking the key from the managers' hand. Oh yeah I have to share this room with Leilah and, Ugh, Malorie. Leilah is awesome, but Malorie will do anything to make this the worst trip for me. It is as if she is out to get me.
"Skye, are you okay?" asks Leilah wondering what could possibly be wrong with me.
"I'm fine," I say shaking off the confusion, then after putting down my suitcase, I push the up arrow on the elevator button.
-Malorie's Point of View-
"Malorie I hope you don't mind but Skye and I are going down to the front desk to get some more towels." says Leilah, the second most unimportant pain-in-the-but on this trip, "Will you be ok while we're gone?"
I ignore the rest of the words to come out of her mouth.
"Yeah, I'll be fine." I say in my most innocent tone. What does she take me for a child? What would I be worried about when Mrs. Moreno, Her mother, is just across the hall? Leilah is just a spoiled brat who depends on her mother.
About ten minutes after they left, there is a knock at the door.
"Umm who is it?" I say while walking to the door.
"A delivery for a Miss. Norman." says the mysterious male voice.
"I'm coming!" I say before opening the door, to see a big person in a black suit with an ear bud in his ear holding a slender box with a back-stage pass to some sort of concert dangling off it.
"Are you Miss. Norman?" says the man in a very urgent voice.
"No," I say, then I go on in my 'I'm an angel' tone, "I'm her friend, but I will make sure she gets it."
"Thank you so much young lady." The bodyguard says after handing me the package.
I wait until another ten minutes pass before I read the pass. 'Back-stage pass to Justin Bieber's My World tour.' and at the bottom it was hand signed with the name "Skye Norman' on it.
"Well, Skye is NEVER going to see this." I say while tossing the pass in the trash can.
"This box looks like nothing important. It's probably just a T-shirt with his face and name on it.", I say while putting the box down on Skye's bed.
So what do you think of Malorie? Yeah i just thought i should update it a bit. Probably a chapter a day. Who knows... Well you'll see me again in Chapter 3.