Moby waddled with the bag over his shoulder to the nearby elevator and
pressed the up button, waiting impatiently. "What do you mean 'something
like that'?" he asked.
"Oh, just . . . nothing. I don't wanna talk about it," The elevator doors opened and both stepped inside. Moby reached out to touch the number four when Mac stopped him. "Wait!! I wanna press the button! My parents always let me press the button. It's special!"
"You bloody moron. Fine, you can press the button." he mimicked in an annoyingly high-pitched voice. Mac smiled and pushed the number four. What a moron. And I hafta room with him? What was Rahzell thinking? This git is too annoying for my tastes.
When they reached the floor, they walked to room number 418. Moby dropped the bag and reached into his back pocket for the card key. He inserted it into the slot and swung the door open. Mac picked up his stuff and walked inside.
The room was enormous. As you stepped inside, you could see a big screen TV in the corner with two sofas opposite of it. A PS2 was already hooked up to it and was sitting on the coffee table. A bar separated the current room from the kitchen which had a nice stove and a really small fridge. Across from the kitchen was the bathroom. In the back of the hotel room, behind the kitchen, was the bedroom with two queen beds and a spacious closet. And a balcony overlooked the pool and tennis court.
Mac was at awe. "We're actually going to stay here?!" he squealed.
"It's nothing really. My bedroom back in England is bigger than this. But that's just me." he walked to the Playstation and turned on the game 'Tomb Raider'. Moby was completely absorbed into the game, he completely forgot that Mac was even in the room.
"Yeah. I'll be setting up my half of the room." and snuck into the bedroom. He set his bags onto his bed and opened them. First, he put his clothes into the drawers that weren't already occupied and hung them in the closet. Then he set his boards under the bed along with the accessories.
When he was all finished, he took out a worn picture of what looked like a relatively happy family. The dad holding the mom by the waist and the little boy sitting in the front of them Indian style and smiling like a small kid normally would.
He placed it under his pillow so Moby wouldn't find it and snatched the nearest key. "Moby, I'm going out for a while. I've already got a key, so don't worry about me, alright bro?"
"Yeah, sure. Whatever. Just get lost." he fumbled with the controls and threw it down, cursing. "Stupid game! I can never get passed that part! Why'd I bring it along anyway?" exclaimed Moby as he walked into his room. He reached under Mac's pillow for his pack of cigarettes that he kept stashed all the time. Instead his fingers touched a rather glossy piece of paper. He pulled it out and found the picture that Mac had his not long ago. A smirk came across his lips. The perfect way to get Mac away was in his hands. Carefully, he placed it back under the pillow and proceeded to finding his cigarettes.
Mac strolled down the hallway, always on the lookout for someone whom might actually be interested in talking to him. The few people who might actually be interested in talking to him, really. Just by looking at a few of those boarders in that short amount of time, he knew just whom he might click with and not.
His thoughts switched over to the glares he got from everyone while he was in the room. He knew that Moby hadn't liked him from the start. So he wasn't all too surprised with his attitude towards himself. But why he was acting like so was beyond reason.
With his head down, he accidentaly crashed into someone ahead of him. He snatched his head up and apologized, trying to catch some papers that were fluttering from the air to the ground. "I'm so sorry! I didn't mean t-."
"It's ok. Nothing's damaged. Just my papers are all over the place now." said the person. Mac turned speechless. It was Kaori.
"Still, I'm sorry and all . . . here. Lemme help you out." and knelt down to help her pick them up. He looked at one and wondered what it could be. "What's this? You writing a letter to someone?"
"Oh, no! No, actually, it's my schoolwork. I'm not so good at writing in the English language, so I prefer to write in Japanese. Kind of confusing to everyone else who looks at it, but I'm still learning." explained Kaori.
"Really? What grade are you in? I'm in my Sophmore year."
"Junior. Getting ready to go into Senior."
"That's cool. I mean, I'll bet you're ready to get out of school and all. What, with just one more year."
"I guess. But I still have to go to college. And that means I'll hafta let go of snowboarding when I do." she sighed, hugging the papers to her chest and sticking her lower lip out sadly.
"What do you wanna do afterwards?"
"Oh, I dunno. Probably something medical. Or fashion. I've been trying to make some fashions lately."
"Do you have any on you right now that I can see?" Mac asked.
Kaori giggled, covering her mouth, embarrassed. "I can't believe you. No one has really asked to see my art before. Actually, all of my drawings are in my room. Maybe later you can come by and steal a look at them." she shrugged.
"Aight, babe. Gimme your room number and I'll be by later." he coaxed her.
She rolled her eyes and smirked. Taking out a pen from her backpack, she wrote the number 422 on his arm big and bubbly. "If Elise answers, don't worry. She's my roomie." Kaori began to play with her pigtails as she spoke.
"If . . . if you're not busy during then, would you like to talk for a while? Ya know, get me acquainted with everything. But if you're busy I mean I don't mind leaving you-."
She held a hand up and closed her eyes. "No, tonight is fine. Come pick me up at nine. I'll see you then." she walked by without looking back at him. Mac watched her turn the corner and touched his arm where her number was, smiling goofily.
Mac heard a few of the boarders approaching his way and searched for a hiding spot. He jumped behind a plant and peeked through its leaves (Think James Bond). He recognized Marisol, Elise, Zoe, Seeiah, and JP all talking and arguing. JP and Zoe, he took notice, were as far apart as they could get from each other. And Elise was the same with Marisol. He guessed they must be enemies or something. But at the sound of his name, he paid closer attention to their conversation.
"Hey, what do you guys think of the new kid, Mac?" Zoe proposed as she started to walk backwards and facing everyone else. "He looks like a brat. I mean, did you see how he sat and looked at us? I mean, could anyone not see how stuck up he was?"
"That wee child? Feh, what a waste of my time." said JP, following his comment with something in French. He shoved his hands in his pockets of his Mandarin outfit and continued to mutter to himself still in French.
"And I heard Moby has to room with him." Elise sneered at his misfortune.
"Rahzell said he's one of the best boarders the SSX has. Imagine. A newbie, better than us? Es stupido y loco. Nosotros muy bueno."
Seeiah shook her head. "Honey, please. Speak English." she requested.
Marisol blushed. "Err . . . I meant. It's stupid and crazy. We're much better." she corrected herself.
"I have nothing to worry about. That child is nothing but a pest." JP tried to get his word in again, but was ignored.
"I say we have our own little meeting and decide what to do with that punk. Who does he think he is?" Zoe stopped and ran her hand through her hair, turned so she was walking correctly and continued on.
Moby ran up to all of them, smiling. "Hey mates. Ugh, hey pretty boy. Still trying out for that new boy band in town?" he gritted his teeth in disgust at the sight of JP.
"What's that supposed to mean?" he started towards him when Marisol pulled him back.
"Moby, we're just talking about sweet revenge against that Mac kid. Secret get together tonight at . . . uh . . . well . . . let's meet at the game room downstairs. Don't let word get to him." Elise touched Moby on the arm and walked past him.
"C'mon, hun. We're going to the casino and gambling like there's no tomorrow." Zoe linked arms with Moby and dragged him on. Seeiah followed behind with Marisol still clutching JP and holding him back.
Mac reappeared from behind the bush, his eyes narrowed. What's the fairness in all this? Where do they get off, saying I'm a snob?! AND WHAT IS WITH THE REVENGE?!?!
Mac was jumping up and down on his bed while Moby was running back and forth in between rooms looking for his lost key.
"Whatcha doin'?" Mac shouted, sounding half breathless. Moby still didn't answer as he checked back in his nightstand for the millionth time. He knew exactly what Moby was looking for and let him suffer. He held the key in his back pocket of his pants and waited for the perfect time to give it to him. "Are you looking for something?"
"Is this your profession? Annoying the bloody hell out of everyone just for the amusement of it? Or is it a natural talent?"
Mac stopped jumping and pretended to think out the answer. He began to jump again when he said, "A little bit of both. Why?"
"Because it's working!"
"Do you think I'm special?" he bellowed.
He watched him bouncing up and down, getting sick within seconds. "Special? No. Special ed? Definitely."
"Are you getting incredibly sick of watching me go up and down to the point where you wanna puke?" Mac tittered.
"Well, yes, actually. Now, if you could please stop, I've gotta look for something that's very important to me!"
Mac removed the card from his pocket and waved it in the air. "Is this what you want?" he teased.
The Englishman whirled around to see the key. He stalked to the side of the bed where the kid was jumping up and down. "Mac, ol' friend. Give me that key, and no one'll get hurt." As hard as he tried, he couldn't grab the key from the boy's hand. An idea came to him and he lunged under Mac's pillow, retrieving the picture from under it. Mac screeched and dove for it also, too late.
Moby stepped to the other side of the room and took a lighter out, lit it up and held the flame under it. "Give me the key, and you can have this picture back." he hissed eerily, the light illuminating every feature on his face, giving him an awfully creepy vibe.
"How'd you find that?" Mac had stopped jumping now and was shaking violently.
"Oh, you'd love to know, wouldn't you?"
"HOW DID YOU FIND THAT!?"
"None o' yo' business."
"Moby, please. Give that back." he started to get down and inched his way towards him.
"Give me the key, and one hundred pounds for your stupidity."
"I don't have any English money on me."
He held the flame even closer to the picture. "Well, boy. You'd better figure out something, because I won't stand here for long."
"Oh, just . . . nothing. I don't wanna talk about it," The elevator doors opened and both stepped inside. Moby reached out to touch the number four when Mac stopped him. "Wait!! I wanna press the button! My parents always let me press the button. It's special!"
"You bloody moron. Fine, you can press the button." he mimicked in an annoyingly high-pitched voice. Mac smiled and pushed the number four. What a moron. And I hafta room with him? What was Rahzell thinking? This git is too annoying for my tastes.
When they reached the floor, they walked to room number 418. Moby dropped the bag and reached into his back pocket for the card key. He inserted it into the slot and swung the door open. Mac picked up his stuff and walked inside.
The room was enormous. As you stepped inside, you could see a big screen TV in the corner with two sofas opposite of it. A PS2 was already hooked up to it and was sitting on the coffee table. A bar separated the current room from the kitchen which had a nice stove and a really small fridge. Across from the kitchen was the bathroom. In the back of the hotel room, behind the kitchen, was the bedroom with two queen beds and a spacious closet. And a balcony overlooked the pool and tennis court.
Mac was at awe. "We're actually going to stay here?!" he squealed.
"It's nothing really. My bedroom back in England is bigger than this. But that's just me." he walked to the Playstation and turned on the game 'Tomb Raider'. Moby was completely absorbed into the game, he completely forgot that Mac was even in the room.
"Yeah. I'll be setting up my half of the room." and snuck into the bedroom. He set his bags onto his bed and opened them. First, he put his clothes into the drawers that weren't already occupied and hung them in the closet. Then he set his boards under the bed along with the accessories.
When he was all finished, he took out a worn picture of what looked like a relatively happy family. The dad holding the mom by the waist and the little boy sitting in the front of them Indian style and smiling like a small kid normally would.
He placed it under his pillow so Moby wouldn't find it and snatched the nearest key. "Moby, I'm going out for a while. I've already got a key, so don't worry about me, alright bro?"
"Yeah, sure. Whatever. Just get lost." he fumbled with the controls and threw it down, cursing. "Stupid game! I can never get passed that part! Why'd I bring it along anyway?" exclaimed Moby as he walked into his room. He reached under Mac's pillow for his pack of cigarettes that he kept stashed all the time. Instead his fingers touched a rather glossy piece of paper. He pulled it out and found the picture that Mac had his not long ago. A smirk came across his lips. The perfect way to get Mac away was in his hands. Carefully, he placed it back under the pillow and proceeded to finding his cigarettes.
Mac strolled down the hallway, always on the lookout for someone whom might actually be interested in talking to him. The few people who might actually be interested in talking to him, really. Just by looking at a few of those boarders in that short amount of time, he knew just whom he might click with and not.
His thoughts switched over to the glares he got from everyone while he was in the room. He knew that Moby hadn't liked him from the start. So he wasn't all too surprised with his attitude towards himself. But why he was acting like so was beyond reason.
With his head down, he accidentaly crashed into someone ahead of him. He snatched his head up and apologized, trying to catch some papers that were fluttering from the air to the ground. "I'm so sorry! I didn't mean t-."
"It's ok. Nothing's damaged. Just my papers are all over the place now." said the person. Mac turned speechless. It was Kaori.
"Still, I'm sorry and all . . . here. Lemme help you out." and knelt down to help her pick them up. He looked at one and wondered what it could be. "What's this? You writing a letter to someone?"
"Oh, no! No, actually, it's my schoolwork. I'm not so good at writing in the English language, so I prefer to write in Japanese. Kind of confusing to everyone else who looks at it, but I'm still learning." explained Kaori.
"Really? What grade are you in? I'm in my Sophmore year."
"Junior. Getting ready to go into Senior."
"That's cool. I mean, I'll bet you're ready to get out of school and all. What, with just one more year."
"I guess. But I still have to go to college. And that means I'll hafta let go of snowboarding when I do." she sighed, hugging the papers to her chest and sticking her lower lip out sadly.
"What do you wanna do afterwards?"
"Oh, I dunno. Probably something medical. Or fashion. I've been trying to make some fashions lately."
"Do you have any on you right now that I can see?" Mac asked.
Kaori giggled, covering her mouth, embarrassed. "I can't believe you. No one has really asked to see my art before. Actually, all of my drawings are in my room. Maybe later you can come by and steal a look at them." she shrugged.
"Aight, babe. Gimme your room number and I'll be by later." he coaxed her.
She rolled her eyes and smirked. Taking out a pen from her backpack, she wrote the number 422 on his arm big and bubbly. "If Elise answers, don't worry. She's my roomie." Kaori began to play with her pigtails as she spoke.
"If . . . if you're not busy during then, would you like to talk for a while? Ya know, get me acquainted with everything. But if you're busy I mean I don't mind leaving you-."
She held a hand up and closed her eyes. "No, tonight is fine. Come pick me up at nine. I'll see you then." she walked by without looking back at him. Mac watched her turn the corner and touched his arm where her number was, smiling goofily.
Mac heard a few of the boarders approaching his way and searched for a hiding spot. He jumped behind a plant and peeked through its leaves (Think James Bond). He recognized Marisol, Elise, Zoe, Seeiah, and JP all talking and arguing. JP and Zoe, he took notice, were as far apart as they could get from each other. And Elise was the same with Marisol. He guessed they must be enemies or something. But at the sound of his name, he paid closer attention to their conversation.
"Hey, what do you guys think of the new kid, Mac?" Zoe proposed as she started to walk backwards and facing everyone else. "He looks like a brat. I mean, did you see how he sat and looked at us? I mean, could anyone not see how stuck up he was?"
"That wee child? Feh, what a waste of my time." said JP, following his comment with something in French. He shoved his hands in his pockets of his Mandarin outfit and continued to mutter to himself still in French.
"And I heard Moby has to room with him." Elise sneered at his misfortune.
"Rahzell said he's one of the best boarders the SSX has. Imagine. A newbie, better than us? Es stupido y loco. Nosotros muy bueno."
Seeiah shook her head. "Honey, please. Speak English." she requested.
Marisol blushed. "Err . . . I meant. It's stupid and crazy. We're much better." she corrected herself.
"I have nothing to worry about. That child is nothing but a pest." JP tried to get his word in again, but was ignored.
"I say we have our own little meeting and decide what to do with that punk. Who does he think he is?" Zoe stopped and ran her hand through her hair, turned so she was walking correctly and continued on.
Moby ran up to all of them, smiling. "Hey mates. Ugh, hey pretty boy. Still trying out for that new boy band in town?" he gritted his teeth in disgust at the sight of JP.
"What's that supposed to mean?" he started towards him when Marisol pulled him back.
"Moby, we're just talking about sweet revenge against that Mac kid. Secret get together tonight at . . . uh . . . well . . . let's meet at the game room downstairs. Don't let word get to him." Elise touched Moby on the arm and walked past him.
"C'mon, hun. We're going to the casino and gambling like there's no tomorrow." Zoe linked arms with Moby and dragged him on. Seeiah followed behind with Marisol still clutching JP and holding him back.
Mac reappeared from behind the bush, his eyes narrowed. What's the fairness in all this? Where do they get off, saying I'm a snob?! AND WHAT IS WITH THE REVENGE?!?!
Mac was jumping up and down on his bed while Moby was running back and forth in between rooms looking for his lost key.
"Whatcha doin'?" Mac shouted, sounding half breathless. Moby still didn't answer as he checked back in his nightstand for the millionth time. He knew exactly what Moby was looking for and let him suffer. He held the key in his back pocket of his pants and waited for the perfect time to give it to him. "Are you looking for something?"
"Is this your profession? Annoying the bloody hell out of everyone just for the amusement of it? Or is it a natural talent?"
Mac stopped jumping and pretended to think out the answer. He began to jump again when he said, "A little bit of both. Why?"
"Because it's working!"
"Do you think I'm special?" he bellowed.
He watched him bouncing up and down, getting sick within seconds. "Special? No. Special ed? Definitely."
"Are you getting incredibly sick of watching me go up and down to the point where you wanna puke?" Mac tittered.
"Well, yes, actually. Now, if you could please stop, I've gotta look for something that's very important to me!"
Mac removed the card from his pocket and waved it in the air. "Is this what you want?" he teased.
The Englishman whirled around to see the key. He stalked to the side of the bed where the kid was jumping up and down. "Mac, ol' friend. Give me that key, and no one'll get hurt." As hard as he tried, he couldn't grab the key from the boy's hand. An idea came to him and he lunged under Mac's pillow, retrieving the picture from under it. Mac screeched and dove for it also, too late.
Moby stepped to the other side of the room and took a lighter out, lit it up and held the flame under it. "Give me the key, and you can have this picture back." he hissed eerily, the light illuminating every feature on his face, giving him an awfully creepy vibe.
"How'd you find that?" Mac had stopped jumping now and was shaking violently.
"Oh, you'd love to know, wouldn't you?"
"HOW DID YOU FIND THAT!?"
"None o' yo' business."
"Moby, please. Give that back." he started to get down and inched his way towards him.
"Give me the key, and one hundred pounds for your stupidity."
"I don't have any English money on me."
He held the flame even closer to the picture. "Well, boy. You'd better figure out something, because I won't stand here for long."