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Sorry for the long wait, I had finals to study for the whole week last week meaning that I had no time at all what-so-ever to study. Sorry again. But here's the third chapter! Please tell me anything you need about your OC and whatever, but most of all, ENJOY! :D
Total Continental Drama
CHAPTER III. Learning in Lisbon
The flight was well over eight hours and mostly everybody's butt was sore, all except for Hatchett.
"My buns are made out of steel, maggot, there's no need to question or explain." Coach Hatchett answered Hodder's question as Hatchett crossed his brute-like arms over his just as brute-like chest.
Hodder groaned and rubbed his butt to try to relieve the soreness.
"I can't feel my butt," Dana said to April, "and I honestly don't like the feeling of it."
The students were walking throughout the Lisbon airport after retrieving their luggages, a few people on business or vacation looked at the students in confusement while a few looked on in interest and curiosity. They were all in their seperate, two single-filed lines. The reason for their discipline is Hatchett's usual ultimatum of either getting in line...or else. With that, most of the students didn't even attempt to get out of line; Hatchett just scared them a bit too much. In fact, they were even too scared to raise their hands to ask permission for getting out of line to use the facilities. Some of the students weren't even walking because of their numb-slash-sore butts, some were walking because they needed to go to the potty.
When they made it through the airport, the students gawked in amazement as they stood outside and breathed the Portugal air.
"Okay guys and girls, we're only staying here for two days; so drink it in!" Chris annonced after clapping his hands twice.
Soon afterwards the students all fumbled through their backpacks to get their polaroid, digital, and whatever other cameras. All that was heard were snaps and giggles as the students posed and pictured the afternoon landscape of Lisbon.
It was soon after that when a white coach bus, that had red and blue stripes running across it's side, stopped in front of them. On the side it said "Silk Road Tours". Chris grinned through the bus door and waved at the bus driver.
He then motioned the students, along with Hatchett, to file in their lines, which was set in alphabetical order by last name.
"Okay maggots! Listen up for your name and answer," Hatchett shouted from the back as he put on his reading glasses, "you all should know the drill."
Hatchett took attendance, which only took about five minutes due to the students' nervousness. They all squeaked out a 'here' and paid attention to what Hatchett was saying.
"Now, I will group all of you in your designated boarding group - AKA your room buddies." Chris said from his spot on the steps leading inside the tour bus, "I guess I'll do the guys first!"
Chris cleared his throat and read the first group of names off the list, "Group One - Darren, Yami, and Mordecai!"
Darren nearly let out a sqeak in response.
It always has to be me.
He then walked towards the small island consisting of Darren and Yami that Chris patted his back towards.
"Group Two - PK, Al, and Edward!"
The three high-fived each other and stood in their small circle next to Darren's on the side of the bus.
"Group Three - Newton, Kellan, and Seth!"
Newton put both his arms around Seth and Kellan and ruffled both their heads, "Well whaddya' know fellas?"
"Group Four - Sam, Trey, and Ever!"
They all grinned at one another and nodded their heads in approval.
"Hell yeah!" Sam said as the group walked to the spot next to Newton's group.
"And finally, Group Five - Hodder, Kyle, and Myde!"
The guys all looked around to see who was who in their group and walked towards the side of the bus. Myde reluctantly walked away from his sister, giving her a small smirk and wink as a secret message.
"Now all of you guys, get in the bus in your groups," Chris hopped out of the bus and directed the boys using his index finger; which they followed, "and for the girls...ahem...Melanie, Nikki, and Jack - Group One!"
The three girls didn't even bother to look at each other and just stood next to the bus with their arms crossed over their chests while Melanie gave them both a small smile-slash-smirk.
"Group Two - April, Dana, and Emma."
"Hey, girlfriends." Dana said to both April and Emma as she put her arms around their shoulders. They walked in the same position towards the bus.
"Group Three - Inola, Julie, and Paige!"
Inola turned to Julie, who rolled her eyes at her, and then turned to Paige who had her usual solemn expression across her face. Inola let out a sigh and walked towards the bus in an unaccomplished manner.
"Group Four - Abigail, Evan, and Klaire!" Chris grinned at the girls and patted their heads.
Abigail and Evan high-fived each other and linked each other's arms as they walked to the side of the bus. Klaire trudged herself and dragged her feet as she followed the two.
"Group Five - Fran, Eli, and Toby!"
"Aweeesomme!" Fran grinned and pumped her fist in the air before turning to Eli and Toby, "Let's go ladies."
They walked towards the spot closest to the bus' entrance doors.
"Now, girls, please head into the bus in the order of your designated groups." Chris shooed them all into the bus as him; Hatchett; and the bus driver, Hugh Wesley, placed all the luggage into the side compartment of the bus.
Hugh had brown hair, with a few white strays, that was covered by his navy blue 'Silk Roads' hat; brown eyes; a visible beer belly; and was around six feet tall. His attire consisted of a plain gray windbreaker, a navy blue polo that had the 'Silks Roads' emblem on his right chest, a pair of khaki slacks, and a pair of sturdy white sneakers.
Afterwards, the three boarded onto the bus with Hugh sitting on the driver's seat and Hatchett and Chris sitting on the first two chairs in the first row.
When everybody was settled down in the bus, Hugh grabbed his walkie-talkie-looking microphone and introduced himself in his strong-British accent, "Welcome all to the 'Silk Roads' Tours. I will be your driver for the whole summer and vacation, and my name is Hugh Wesley! So hello-hello to all of you."
"Hi Hugh!" Everybody greeted, all grinning and chuckling.
"Well, we just left the Lisbon Portela Airport and we are now heading out to my favorite place to eat Portugese food," Hugh announced, "we'll be heading to the hotel at around nine or ten, whichever your principal, Chris, would like to select."
"We're heading back at eleven," Chris shouted as he shook his head and wagged his eyebrows, "We gotta take this Portuguese aroma all in before Wednesday!"
"Eleven it is." Hugh said into the mic.
It took about an hour for Hugh to reach their destination. All the students were just about half-asleep by the time they got there. Once the students looked outside the windows, they found the great countryside of Portugal. The grass was as green as it gets and the sky looked as if it was connected to the small hills in the distance. Then, there, in the middle of it all; a wide and open stucco covered building filled with a small handful of people chatting and enjoying themselves inside.
Hugh stopped the bus, grabbed his microphone, and announced, "Well, here we are, lovelies. Please exit the bus one at a time, no shoving, no pushing, none of that!"
With that, the students all stood up from their seats and patiently walked one at a time out of the bus - Hatchett, Chris, and Hugh being the last.
"This, my friends, is the greatest place to taste authentic, Portuguese food." Hugh grinned and closed his eyes as he savored the air around him.
...
Everybody was dispersed throughout the restaurant, yet they all had to stay in one section where Hatchett and Chris were capable of supervising them.
"This shit is rockin'," Fran said as she stuffed her mouth with the shrimps on her right hand and the sardines on the other, "call me a class A fatass, but who can resist food?"
Eli and Toby looked at Fran, not even touching their food.
"You must have a very...bottom-less stomach.." Eli gulped and looked at Toby through her peripheral vision and looked back down at her hardly touched crab, "hey Toby, mind sharing with me? I don't think I'd be able to finish i-,"
"I'll finish it!" Fran answered, grinning with a piece of meat caught between her teeth.
Inola looked down at the food on her plate in an inferior-like manner, "The food here will never match how my grandma made it."
She then took a small pinch of the bread laid out in front of her and placed it in her mouth, "Yuck. Too dry. Cherokee's have a certain and special way to make the bread taste almost magical."
Emma nodded, paying close attention; while Evangeline and looked at Inola with a blank expression on their faces.
"Al, do you even know what the hell you ordered?" Seth looked at Alistair's food in disgust as Alistair started cutting the meat into pieces and stuffing it into his mouth.
Al shrugged his shoulders and continued chewing, "I didn't order it, they gave it to me. And I don't really know or care, but it's extremely chewy. Ask Chris, or Toby or something if you wanna know. Toby's Portuguese."
When Toby passed by the guys' table, Seth grabbed her by the forearm, causing her to halt and look down at him in confusion. Toby grasped her arm away from Seth's grip and glared at him, "If you excuse me, I don't enjoy being touched by a random person."
"Whoa, calm down, beauty," Toby looked up to find Newton sitting next to Seth, his hands up in a surrendering motion, causing Toby to let out a small gasp, "we're not here to cause trouble, we just wanna know what Al over here's eating."
Toby squinted a little before taking a small look at Al's food, causing her to smile - which then transformed into a full grown laugh, she calmed down a bit to stand next to Al and pat his back, "Are you enjoying what you're eating?"
Al didn't verbally respond, instead he nodded his head enthusiastically.
"Good," she patted his back harder and said, "because you're eating Tubaros - AKA, fresh ram testicles."
He probably didn't realize it at first, but a few seconds later; Al spit out the meat inside of his mouth. He gagged and grabbed the cup of water next to his plate. Afterwards, Al slid back and off his chair; running towards the men's room outside in high speed. Toby walked back to her table, cracking up the whole way there.
"Well, whaddya know, fellas; looks like Elvis just left the building after eating some bull balls," Newton commented; the rest of the guys cracking up after what they've experienced.
April and Dana stopped eating and turned around in their chairs to take a look at the noisy table behind them.
"What the hell happened over there?" Dana asked as she tried to get a better view by tilting her head to the side.
Right at that moment, Emma came walking back to their table, gripping her plate of food with her right hand. She set the food down and sat on the wooden chair across from Dana and next to Julie, "That Alistair guy just ate some bull testicles without knowing."
"No lie?" April turned to look at Emma in shock, "Emma, darling! Where were you?"
"Over there," Emma replied, pointing to the table that Inola, Evangeline, and Abigail were sitting.
April responded with a head nod and turned back around to look at the table, "Thank god for bringing hot guys on this trip."
"Eh. Men are pigs." Julie rolled her green eyes and chewed the gum in her mouth.
April then smirked and turned back around in her chair, "Well, how about this - if you were the last girl on earth, and you had to pick one guy out of that whole table to reproduce with because the whole earth counted on it, who would you pick?"
Jule didn't even give a second thought before answering, "Fuck the earth, then."
"Julie! Just answer it please?" April pleaded.
Julie rolled her eyes again, and was left silent for a bit before answering, "Wait. I don't know their names."
"Were you paying attention?" April asked, causing Julie to nod her head 'no'. April then sighed and turned back around to face the table, "Well there's Al, Edward, PK, Newton, Seth, Kellan, Trey, Hodder, Ever, and Kyle. Pick."
"I'd pick...God, this is so retarded," Julie sighed and crossed her arms over her chest, "but I'd pick...Sam?"
April smirked and grinned before turning to Emma, "Now you, Emma, who would you pick if the whole earth depended on it?"
Emma shrugged her thin shoulders and looked down.
"Would you pick Newton?"
Emma kept her face down and nodded her head 'no'.
"Seth?"
"No."
"Trey?"
"No."
"Then, what about...ball eater over there - Al..?"
Emma looked up with a small blush hovering over her cheeks.
"Oooh," April reached across the table and patted Emma's head, "don't worry, whatever happens at this table, stays."
"Good job, Brother," Melanie turned to face Myde and gave him a pat on the back, "it really did work out as planned."
Myde still had his little mischevious smirk over his face as he watched Al drowsily walk back to his table.
"Excuse me, sir," Myde addressed the waiter that nearly skipped Melanie and Myde's table, "but may I take my order?"
The waiter nodded his head and answered in a strong Portuguese accent, "Sure. What would you like to get?"
Myde looked through the menu once more to find anything better, or worse, than what he picked, "May I get the Tubaros?"
"Very good order," the waiter responded, "the taste is very zest, very flavorful."
"Oh no, it's not for me," Myde grinned, "but it's for my friend over there. See that guy with the black hair and red highlights in a ponytail?"
Myde pointed to Al, who was at the time cracking up at a joke Sam brought up.
"Make sure he gets it fresh."
Melanie laughed at the memory and at the part where Al ran to the bathroom with his hand clasped over his mouth.
Yami sat in the way distant part of the room. He'd occassionally take some food off of his plate and stuff it in his pocket so that Kitsune would have something to eat. He was looking out the window that showed him the whole countryside of Portugal.
Inola couldn't help but look at him in a curious manner. She stared at him for a good five minutes before standing up from her chair and saying to Evangeline and Abigail, "Guys, I'll be right back."
"He won't say 'hi'," Evangeline said, not looking up from her nails, "even Abby tried, and he didn't."
Inola shrugged and just continued walking towards Yami.
When she reached his table, Yami looked at her with an automatic glare. He took his hands out of his pockets to cross them over his chest.
"Hi, I'm Inola," Inola greeted, sticking her hand out for him to shake.
Yami didn't say anything. Instead he kept his glare on his face, not at all close to wavering. But soon after a few seconds, a little fox head peeked out of his pocket which caused Inola's face to turn into awe. The fox crawled up Yami's chest to wrap itself around his neck. Yami's lips turned up at the action and he gently pet the fox.
"Is that a fox?" Inola asked, pointing at it.
He continued to stay speechless, only nodding his head at her question.
Inola furrowed her eyebrows and bit her lip, "What's her name?"
"Kitsune." Yami muttered, not taking his eyes off of the fox wrapped around his neck.
Nikki sat at a table that wasn't as distant as Yami's. She didn't even eat or order food. Instead, Nikki was busily drawing on her sketchbook that was placed on the tabletop. The waiter would occassionally pass by her table and ask for her order, but she'd just softly shake her head 'no'.
"Hey Nikki," Nikki looked up to find Hodder grinning at her, his palms planted on the table and his body was leaning towards hers, "what're ya drawing this time?"
She shrugged her shoulders and looked back down at her sketchpad, "Just some random sketches of random things."
Hodder then sat on the chair across from Nikki and watched her intently, "So you pretty much love drawing, don't you?"
"You can say that," Nikki responded, not looking up from her sketchpad, "but writing's another thing that I like to do."
"Wow, really? Published any stories yet?" Hodder rested his elbows on the table, watching Nikki draw a countless number of patterns.
"Sadly no, but sooner or later, maybe," Nikki then placed her pencil on top of her sketchpad and leveled her eyes to meet Hodder's, "Hey. Didn't you tell me something about singing and those growling vocals you're so pro at?"
Hodder jokefully batted his eyelashes in a mock-flattered manner and chuckled at himself afterwards, "A bit, why?"
"Let me hear you sometime," Nikki's lips turned up, "but not right now, though."
"Sure," Hodder grinned, "it's a date!"
"Well, Hatchett, I see that they're all starting to talk to each other all as a group now," Chris clapped his hands in accomplishment, "even the guy with the fox made a friend!"
Chris looked around again to find Klaire sitting next to Paige, who didn't pay much attention to her. Then he found Mordecai sitting in his proper posture, alone and distant from the others. Afterwards, his gaze drifted to Darren who was in a sort of panicked state as he looked back and forth between Mordecai and Yami, who were sitting in the direct opposite corners of the room. Lastly they saw Jack who had her arms crossed over her chest and glaring out at the students. Chris would catch Trey giving some "hidden" looks at Jack ever other minute.
"Except for a few, we're just gonna have to find a way to get them to open up!" Chris said as he took a sip from his soup, afterwards spitting it out and scrunching his face in disgust, "bleh, what is this stuff? It tastes nasty."
Hatchett just snickered and grinned, "Don't be complainin', when I was in the military..."
An hour later...
"And then that is when the story ends," Hatchett sighed as he was in a state of elation.
On the otherhand, Chris was slouched over the table and nearly drooling all over the shiny maple. Hatchett pat his back, a bit too hard, causing Chris to jolt up in response. Chris wiped the drool on the corner of his mouth and he blinked twice to adjust to the lighting.
"Huh. Good story Hatchett. Very good." Chris gave Hatchett a thumbs up and pat his stone-hard back.
They left the restaurant before the sun set. The students, Chris and Hatchett all filed into the bus in their designated order, most either tired or hyped up for the rest of the trip.
Before the bus departed, Hugh grabbed his microphone and announced, "Next stop, Portugal's own Holiday Inn!"
GAH! Sorry for the long wait, as I said at the top, I had FINALS. D: But I'm also sorry if this chapter seems rushed and whatnot and I also didn't really get to proofread either, but hopefully you enjoyed it! Review please! And PM me if anything's wrong! Please & thank you! :D
-Vanillala