xX... FF.net took my anthology off, because of some rule... So yeah... No more
anthology! Sorry I haven't updated in, like, eons. So............................... This is
my 3rd chapter! Enjoy!
OH YEAH! I FORGOT SOMETHING! This is the end of this story I cant think of
anything and I'm so busy with the movie stuff that I just can't. Plus I got
a way better story formulating in my head! So, I'm sorry I never got
anywhere with this story, but be honest. IT SUXD! This is a first draft and
it's incomplete! SORRY but check for my new story soon! ...xX
VIRGIN ATLANTIC AIRLINES...ENROUTE TO LONDON
JOURNAL OF MARCO HOSEY
So, Journal, here we are. Aboard a shiny 747 on some British airline called Virgin Atlantic. We are flying in coach class so I'm pretty squashed. I'm in the middle section; there are 7 seats in the middle. Sitting next to me on my left is Gordon; he's sound asleep with his headphones on, listening to the rap station. Can you believe there are 25 different music stations and 10 different movie stations? I just finished watching Bad Boyz 2. It was OK. Guess who's on the over side of me? MARTA HALE!!! I'm so exited! She's sleeping, her head is leaning on my shoulder. I don't want to move, she might wake up and move her head. Her hair fell on my shoulder and wraps around my shirt. I think I'm in heaven. We are only 2 hours from London! I've never even been out of the state! When Gordon announced that we had enough money to go, everyone was so exited! Everyone but me, the band never includes the roadies. WE are always left out. It suxs. So at the airport Gordon and me went to Panda Express to grab some chow b4 we left. When we were done we almost missed our flight. Dewey got piping mad. But here we are, on Virgin Atlantic, 2 hours from London.
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LONDON
"We are making our final decent into the London, Heathrow area. Please raise your tray-tables; raise your seatback back to their upright position; secure all loose items and get ready for landing, thank you for flying with Virgin Atlantic, we hope you fly with us soon!" The British Women's clicked off. Everyone in the band was talkative and exited. They were landing in only 20 minutes! And in LONDON ENGLAND!! Gordon Infante looked around. What had happened? Rap music was blaring all around him. He winced and took off his earphones.
"Marco, what's going on?" Gordon leaned into Marco.
"We're landing soon," Marco replied bringing his seat back to it's 'upright and original' position.
Gordon settled down for the thrill of a lifetime
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"OK! SCHOOL OF ROCK! MEET RIGHT HERE IN 5 MINUTES!" Dewey shouted when the band finally got off the plane and set foot on British Soil. The airport was streamlined, with lots of glass windows for better plane watching. People were bustling about, shoving, pushing for no reason. England, land of busy people. Most of the bands ran strait for the bathroom, or loo, but Tomika and Zack went to look out the window.
"That was a long flight," Zack muttered
"Oh, yeah..." Tomika laughed.
They were staring at a huge, slender aircraft with a sleek nose, pointed down. An intense rumbling sound as the supersonic jet hurtled down the runway.
"Woah," said a deadpan Zack.
"OK! EVERYONE PILE INTO SOME TAXI'S AND ASK THE DRIVER TO TAKE YOU TO THE SAVOY HOTEL!" Dewey called and climbed into a taxi with Gordon and Marco, leaving everyone else to find there own transportation.
1 hour later, and a long lesson in cockney later Zack, Freddy, Summer, and Katie practically leaped out of the black taxi in front of the very regal Savoy Hotel in the west-end. The door man opened the door and they went into the lobby. Marble floors with a gold leaf ceiling, the lobby was beautiful.
"Dewey! We're going shopping! We'll meet you soon!" Marta and Summer sung to Dewey as he tried to check everyone in.
"What? FINE FINE" Dewey said in a dead-pan way.
xX... sorry for ending! ...xX
VIRGIN ATLANTIC AIRLINES...ENROUTE TO LONDON
JOURNAL OF MARCO HOSEY
So, Journal, here we are. Aboard a shiny 747 on some British airline called Virgin Atlantic. We are flying in coach class so I'm pretty squashed. I'm in the middle section; there are 7 seats in the middle. Sitting next to me on my left is Gordon; he's sound asleep with his headphones on, listening to the rap station. Can you believe there are 25 different music stations and 10 different movie stations? I just finished watching Bad Boyz 2. It was OK. Guess who's on the over side of me? MARTA HALE!!! I'm so exited! She's sleeping, her head is leaning on my shoulder. I don't want to move, she might wake up and move her head. Her hair fell on my shoulder and wraps around my shirt. I think I'm in heaven. We are only 2 hours from London! I've never even been out of the state! When Gordon announced that we had enough money to go, everyone was so exited! Everyone but me, the band never includes the roadies. WE are always left out. It suxs. So at the airport Gordon and me went to Panda Express to grab some chow b4 we left. When we were done we almost missed our flight. Dewey got piping mad. But here we are, on Virgin Atlantic, 2 hours from London.
..........................................................................
LONDON
"We are making our final decent into the London, Heathrow area. Please raise your tray-tables; raise your seatback back to their upright position; secure all loose items and get ready for landing, thank you for flying with Virgin Atlantic, we hope you fly with us soon!" The British Women's clicked off. Everyone in the band was talkative and exited. They were landing in only 20 minutes! And in LONDON ENGLAND!! Gordon Infante looked around. What had happened? Rap music was blaring all around him. He winced and took off his earphones.
"Marco, what's going on?" Gordon leaned into Marco.
"We're landing soon," Marco replied bringing his seat back to it's 'upright and original' position.
Gordon settled down for the thrill of a lifetime
........................................................................
"OK! SCHOOL OF ROCK! MEET RIGHT HERE IN 5 MINUTES!" Dewey shouted when the band finally got off the plane and set foot on British Soil. The airport was streamlined, with lots of glass windows for better plane watching. People were bustling about, shoving, pushing for no reason. England, land of busy people. Most of the bands ran strait for the bathroom, or loo, but Tomika and Zack went to look out the window.
"That was a long flight," Zack muttered
"Oh, yeah..." Tomika laughed.
They were staring at a huge, slender aircraft with a sleek nose, pointed down. An intense rumbling sound as the supersonic jet hurtled down the runway.
"Woah," said a deadpan Zack.
"OK! EVERYONE PILE INTO SOME TAXI'S AND ASK THE DRIVER TO TAKE YOU TO THE SAVOY HOTEL!" Dewey called and climbed into a taxi with Gordon and Marco, leaving everyone else to find there own transportation.
1 hour later, and a long lesson in cockney later Zack, Freddy, Summer, and Katie practically leaped out of the black taxi in front of the very regal Savoy Hotel in the west-end. The door man opened the door and they went into the lobby. Marble floors with a gold leaf ceiling, the lobby was beautiful.
"Dewey! We're going shopping! We'll meet you soon!" Marta and Summer sung to Dewey as he tried to check everyone in.
"What? FINE FINE" Dewey said in a dead-pan way.
xX... sorry for ending! ...xX