The girls meet...in a sense ;)

Disclaimer: I own Nikki and Scarlett. But not the original flock, JP owns them.

Nikki POV:

"Ahhh.." I sigh while stretching my arms above my head. That was a long plane trip. I head over to baggage claim and find my stuff. Glancing around the bustling airport I see some guy holding a sign over his head:

'CSM Flordia Keys Retreat'

I smile to myself. Half because I now know where to go and half because I feel sorry for the poor sap because he looks so stupid holding that sign up. I pad over towards him, dragging my stuff along with me. He spots me coming and gives me a small smile when I reach him.

"You one of the CSM kids?" he says cheerfully. I nod.

"Okay, you can set your stuff over there for now and get to know the others." He points to a small group of benchs about 20 feet away that is filled with luggage and a group of about 14 girls. Oh, I forgot to mention that this was an all girl retreat. I believe it's one of the reasons dad let me go. He's weirdly overprotective that way.

I trudge over and throw my two duffel bags and backpack on the floor next to a zebra print suitcase set. As I straighten up, I come face to face with a girl. She's shorter than me, by a good 3 inches, and has pale blonde hair. Her eyes are a vivid blue color and dark eyeliner is smudged all around her eyes. I take a quick glance at her outfit, which is a pair of grey skinny jeans, red converses, a white t-shirt and a blace halter vest. Her lips are quirked up in a smile.

"Hey. My name's Hannah. What's your's?" Her voice is quiet and subtly raspy.

"Nikki" I answer. She smirks.

"Cool name. I wish my parents had named me something like that instead of 'Hannah'," she makes air quotes around her name. "I mean, Hannah sounds sooo...girly and delicate. Which I'm not." Well, she sounds like my kind of friend.

"So," she says, leaning against a pillar, "how about the basic questions." I raise an eyebrow at her and pick at the hem of my t-shirt. She rolls her eyes.

"You know...like where you from, why your here, who your parents are, and so on and so on." She waves her black nailpolished hand dramatically.

"Oh, well, I'm from Frost, Texas. Also known as the-middle-of-nowhere." This caused Hannah to chuckle. "And I'm here for doing volunteer work for a CSM branch in Dallas."

Hannah looked at me expectantly, like I'd forgot something. "Well?"

"Well what?"

"Your parents, family, friends?" she added. I sighed and slumped my shoulders (the one thing that totally gets on Cari's nerves. She can't stand slouching)

"I thought this was suppose to be a va-cation not an interra-gation." I cross my arms and cock my hip. Hannah laughs.

"I guess that's true. I'll wait to grill you until we get to there." I chuckle a little.

A minute later the chump with the sign walks over with a girl behind him. The girl has on a plain navy shirt and jeans, with her black hair pulled back into a clip. I also see that she has a blonde streak running through her hair like I do, but unlike hers, mine is real. While hers looks way to much like fake beach blonde hairdye. She must be the last one. So, that makes 16 of us.

The girl drops her suitcase on the other side of the group and strikes up a convo with another girl with light brown hair, brown eyes and tanned brown skin. She's even wearing a dark brown tee making her look kind of monochramatic.

"Okay girls. So that's everyone." the sign guy says, "To start off, my name's Kyle and I'm a supervisor from the CSM headquarters in Arizona. I'm happy for all the work you girls have put in to be here and hope you have a great time. We have a good trip planned for you. So, if everybody will grab their stuff we'll headout to the bus and get going." Kyle clapped his hands once a few of the girls let out a shriek of excitement. To let you know, Hannah and I were not one of them.

We all grabbed up out luggage and made our way outside and to the bus, talking and making new friends the whole way. I met two more girls named Dahlila and Tara, who were more on the cheery side of life but not bad company.

We all piled in the bus and Hannah and I picked two seats in the back with Dahlila and Tara in front of us. To my suprise, the girl with black hair and fake blonde streak sat on the row beside us with the monochramatic girl. They were giggling and whispering back and forth, ocassionally shooting glances at us.

"What are ya'll giggling about!" Dahlila asked them with a loud voice. They stopped laughing.

"None of your business" the black headed girl said. Hannah leaned over me so her head was poked out into the walkway.

"Who says! If your talking about us then it's totally our business!" she crows, a glint in her blue eyes. I send a small glare to the girl. She glares back.

"I say! And I never said I was talking about you." she spat.

"Doesn't matter, 'cause you looked like you were. And if it had nothing to do with us you shouldn't mind spilling." I hissed, feeling defensive of my new friends. The girl's lips twitched in irratation and Hannah slapped me a small high five.

"Well since it had nothing to do with any of ya'll, you and your fake blonde streak can just stuff it and mind your own business!" she retorted and intisified her glare. I yanked mine up a notch up too. Two can play that game. And I will win.

"One, I am minding my own business and two for your information my streak is completely natural. Unlike yours." I said icily. She looked mad.

"Excuse me...mine is real!" She snapped. I rolled my eyes.

"Please, that streak just screams cheap hair dye." Her eyes narrowed.

"Look who's talkin'!" she shouted. I was just about to stand up when Kyle saundered back to us.

"Is there a problem ladies?" he asked.

"No" the other girl scoffed. I glowered at her. Kyle picked up a page from his clipboard.

"What are your names?" he asked for some reason, pointing to me, Hannah and the two girls across from us.

"Nikki" I said calmly. Something I learned to do from Dad, no matter how mad I am.

"Hannah" my new friend said from beside me, scowling at the girls across from us.

"Scarlett" the black haired girl said. Weird name.

"Miranda" the girl beside her said.

Kyle marked something on his sheet and then tucked the clipboard under his arm.

"Okay then girls. We have another hour to go till we get there. Do you think you can work it out or should I separate you." His voice was firm.

"We're fine" I say and he nods, going back to the front of the bus.

I fold my arms in my lap and slouch down in my seat. I glance over at Scarlett to see her doing the same.

Suddenly Tara gasp and we all turned to look at her.

"What" I said. I watched her swing her gaze between me and Scarlett.

"I just noticed! You two are like identical!" she crowed. I frowned and looked at Scarlett, who was eyeing me.

"We do kind of look alike" she whispered. Her voice made her sound dazed.

"Umm" I muttered tilting my head. "Turn this way" I gestured with my hand for her to face the left.

She sighed and turned slightly. I eyed her profile, her hazel eyes, straight nose, olive tone like skin. I then shook my head.

"What?" she snapped. I made a 'tsk' sound with my tongue.

"Well, for one, your nose is a bigger than mine. Your eyes are too close together. And you have a wide mouth with thin lips." I said simply. Her mouth flopped open.

"Why you..." she started when we saw Kyle twist around at the waist towards us. His eyes narrowed. Scarlett stopped her comment and turned to face Miranda. I smirk and faced Hannah, Tara and Dahlila.

As we rode down the road I thought about how I'd made a friend and an enemy in about an hour.

New record.

Well, Scarlett and Nikki didn't get off on a good start...stay tuned to see what happens with them.

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~Elizem17