Pacific Coast Academy: 10 Year Reunion
Chapter 8: Setting Up
Once they all got off the plane, and Logan woke up and ate his breakfast, they went to their school, PCA, of course. The reunion didn't offcially start till 7:00, but they had to get everything set up and in order.
"Wow!" John Junior said looking around. "This place is huge! You went to school here?"
"Yep," Chase smiled, thinking of the great times he and his former classmates had. "Good ol' PCA."
"Mom, can I go here when I get older? Please." Junior clapped his hands together, boucing up and down.
"I'll think about it," Zoey smiled placing her hand on top of his head, ruffling his hair.
Walking inside the PCA student union, they could see many people in line. They were in line and within seconds, a man was smiling brightly at them. "Welcome. Names please?"
"John Trent."
"Chase Matthews."
"Zoey Brooks and John Trent Junior."
The man looked on the list in front of him and nodded, finding each of their names. "Okay. Mr. Trent and Mr. Matthews, you're in room 52 in Schneider Hall." John rolled his eyes and groaned. The last thing he wanted is to be stuck in a room with his ex-wfe's fiance all week. "Ms. Brooks, you're in room 101 in Brenner Hall. How old is Junior Trent?"
"Seven," he said.
"He's in room 32 in Bradford Hall."
John nodded and turned to the family. "So I'll guess we'll meet up with you guys later?" he raised his eyebrows.
"Yeah, definitely," Zoey said, and with that, everyone went their separate ways.
"I can't believe I'm back at school," Lana complained.
"How many times do I have to tell you," Logan said. "You're not at school. This is not for you. This is for students that used to go here."
She rolled her eyes as they approached the man at the table. "Names please?"
"You're saying that you don't know who I am?" Logan pointed to himself.
He looked at Logan, examining his face. "Um, no, sir. I can't say I do."
"I can't believe this," he pounded his fist onto the table. "I'm Logan Reese, Malcolm Reese's son. I can't believe you don't know who I am."
"You're the Reeses, right? Logan, Dana, Lana and Dugan? Correct?"
"Yeah," Dana said.
He looked at the list and nodded. "Okay… Mr. and Mrs. Reese, you're in room 102 in Brenner Hall. How old are the children?" he asked, looking at them.
"Ten and eight."
"Room 33, Bradford Hall."
Dana turned to Lana. "I trust that you can get to your room and stay safe."
"I can," Dugan said. "But I don't know about her."
"No one was talking to you," she spat at him. "I can do it, Mom, despite what he says."
"Good." She kissed the top of her head, and Dugan and Lana went to their room.
"Let's go, Logan."
"So wait a minute," Logan said getting in the man's face. "Are you sure you don't know who I am?"
Dana sighed and rolled her eyes, pulling him along with her.
"I know I'm not a big fan of the west coast, but I can definitely make an exception," Michael in awe.
Breana looked at him. "Michael, it's still the same way it was ten years ago, just with a few minor changes."
"I'd go here," Justine said, looking around.
"This place is too big," Chris almost cringed, holding onto Michael's neck. "I'd get lost."
"You're not old enough to come here," Michael chuckled. "You got to be at least eleven."
"That's a long way away," he frowned.
"Names please?" the man asked, looking at the family.
"Barrets," Michael said. "Michael, Breana, Michael Junior, Justine and Christopher."
He looked on the list and nodded. "Mr. and Mrs. Barret, you're in room 103, Brenner Hall. How old are the children?"
"Nine, eight and four."
"Well, the nine- and eight-year-olds are in room 32, Bradford Hall. And the four-year-old is in room 5, Greenlaw Hall."
"Walk him to his room," Michael told his eldest children, placing Chris on the ground.
"Gotcha, Daddy," Justine said. She took Chris' hand and walked out of the student union while Mike followed.
"Well, good thing about it is that I'm in my same room," Breana shrugged.
"Names please?" the man asked.
"Trents," Jason said.
He looked at the listed and nodded. "Jason and Lola? Okay. Mr. and Mrs. Trent, you'll be in room 100, Brenner Hall. Children ages?"
"Eight and six months," Lola said.
"She'll be in 33 Bradford Hall. The baby…" He clapped his hands and a lady ran to him. "Yeah?"
"6 months old."
She smiled at Lola and took Rachel from her. "You're baby will be well taken care of, ma'am." Then walked off.
Lola sighed.
"Don't worry," Jason said putting his arm around her. "She'll be fine."
"Mom, Dad, I'm gonna go to my room," Victoria pointed out the door.
"You know where it is?"
"Duh, Dad. The buildings do have signs," she smiled and ran off.