Two taxis drove up to a beautiful beach house. The first taxi opened to see a redheaded girl in a large sweater and black jeans with black rimmed glasses. Her firey hair held in a messy ponytail, Drew grabbed her backpack from the seat next to her.
The next taxi held a more... liberal styled girl. Her redhair was curled and poofed into perfection. Her shorts barely covered her behind and her tube top was like band aids. She had huge sunglasses on and she held a flirtacious poise to her. She grabbed her suitcases, most of which were held by the taxi driver. Desiree turned to the other girl and scoffed. "God, could you embarrass me anymore?" Drew looked down at the ground, glaring at her converses. "What can I say? It's my job" she mumbled feistily. Desiree snapped her dirty look onto her sister. "Excuse me, little fly? What was that?" Desiree took long, prideful strides in her Prada heels to Drew, looking down at her. "I don't comprehend wallflowers."
Drew mumbled back softly "and I don't comprehend stupidity. I guess we're both at a loss" before she ran past Desiree and into the beach house. Desiree huffed and threw her little fit before following after her sister, making the taxi driver bring in all her luggage.
Drew took out the map the principal gave her and went in search for her room. She, eventually, found it and saw inside a bed next to the window. She smiled and jumped on top of it, sighing in relief. Before she knew it, she took out her small speaker she got from her father and put it on he desk. She blasted Where Have You Been by Rihanna and started lip syncing to it. She loved vacations because this was the perfect time to do just what she was doing.
Desiree went in search for her room, hearing her sister's music from the hallway. A small smirk lit her face, knowing Drew was doing what she always did on vacations. Desiree brought the suitcases, as well as the good looking taxi driver, into her new room. She turned to the taxi driver and flirted it up with him, knowing her dad paid for both taxis.
The car driving down the road wasn't particularly fancy, but the girl inside didn't mind. It got her from point A to point B. When Rachel got to the house, she pulled into the driveway, criticizing the architecture but liking the house she would be in. Her hair was up in a messy bun, strands hanging off where they fell. A pencil was resting on her right ear. On the way up, she had gotten several ideas of what the next drawing would be. She stepped out of the car, wearing a simple pair of jeans, sneakers, and a loose shirt with a black jacket on top. She grabbed her sketchbook and suitcase, looking around as she walked inside the house. She said," wow, this place is nice." She hummed, walking to find her room.
As Tina walked up to the beach house she couldn't help notice an overwhelming feeling of dread. Despite how nice and friendly it looked, this was still a trip organized by school. Furthermore the car that had already been parked in the driveway would suggest that she was not the first there, meaning she may not get any peace at all, even though she was in the most peaceful place she could think of.
Upon opening the house door her suspicion were confirmed by the loud and frankly intolerable music thumping out from somewhere inside. She pulled her suitcase through , into the building, and quietly closed the door before smiling a little but I herself. Sharing a house with people that probably didn't like her might not sound like the most fun, but it was definitely exciting, a true adventure. She dragged her bag up the stairs and began searching for a room, and maybe a way to block out that music.
Dylan smiled, practically bouncing up and down with excitement as they drove up the road "Dylan dear, are you sure I can't convince you to stay with me for another year?" Dylans aunt asked, looking at him with a nervous look, she was worried about him, he knew this; she was worried about how others would react to him, he was usually a target for bullies, he was so open about who he was and his sexuality and was never one to keep secrets, he didn't see the point. "Aunty, I have to break away some time, all people do-" "-But" "No buts aunty, if I need help I'll call you." "But what about bullies dear?" "I'm an adult aunty, I can fight my own fights." He said, looking back at her with a fond smile, she was such a nice woman, and it would be hard to leave her, but he had to at some point.
His aunt parked the car about a half mile from the house "Want me to walk you in?" "I'm fine, I promise." He said, stepping out of the car wearing his Dalek shirt and jeans *outfit-2* he walked over to the back of the car and grabbed her suitcase from the back of the old pick up truck his aunt drove, he walked back to where his aunt was sitting in the car, looking worried and crestfallen. "I'll be fine aunty, I swear. I'll call you if anything happens, and I'll email you every day, okay?" He asked, smiling at her sheepishly. She smiled back and reached up, pulling him into a hug "Don't let anyone dull your sparkle, okay kid?" She said, she was always telling him he had a little sparkle to him, he was one of those rare few who you just felt was sparkling and always happy, she was always telling him not to let anyone dull that sparkle, and to keep being who he was. He hugged her back "Of course not aunty, I'll be as glittery as possible." He smirked, and she laughed shakily letting him go, he grabbed his suitcase and waved at her once before walking slowly to the house "Don't forget to call!" She screamed after him, he laughed once "I wont!" he smiled as he heard the Chevy truck start up and then slowly fade away, and as he looked back all he could see was dust left from the tires.
He walked forward, carrying his red suitcase to the house; red was his favorite color and it matched his extremely red hair that he had dyed when he was younger and never changed it, he rubbed his right eye where the scar was; he had a habit of touching his eyes when he was nervous. He was extremely nervous, but he kept smiling excitedly and soon was at the house, he looked at the door taking deep breaths, should he knock? Should he walk in? This was his new home after all, so he just opened the door and smiled at the house as he walked in, music blasted upstairs and he could her the dull thudding as someone walked up the stairs, he decided to do the same; find his room and then get looking around, he wanted to go outside most of all to look at all of the nature, and determine what kind of creatures (mythical and otherwise) could be living here. He walked up the stairs and looked in each room until he saw his name written on a small card on the door of one, looked like he would be sharing his room with a boy, he smirked because he had no complaints to that.
Henry found his way to the house with the help of about 7 different buses. He after all had a buss card and his parents was sure as hell not going to drive him, so Henry had been dragging his 2 bags in and out of buses all day. His arms felt like two heavy logs as he finally stood at the doorstep of the house. He was about to knock, but it was his home now so he just walked in. He pulled the bags inside the door and looked around. It was nice he had to give it that, but the music wasn't really to his taste. He had never been a Rihanna fan, but he guessed that she had made worse songs.
Taking his bags he walked up stairs to where the rooms where. It didn't take long before he found the room with his name on it and another name he knew. "Im sharing a room with her ? This might get...interesting" His mind went back to the times the two had tried to make music. With a sigh he walked into the room and drooped his bags on the bed that he liked the most "Firs come, first serve"
Carolina drives down the road to the beach house on her Harley. She hope nobody else came on a motorcycle or someone stolen her idea again. She cut the engine as she parks her Harley on the side of the Beach house. She looks at it for a minute as she hears music blasting, She guess she is not the only one hear at the moment. She swings her leg off the motorcycle and pulls her helmet off revealing her face and her long brown hair swooping around her face. She is wearing black jeans and a purple shirt with a cross on it. She unloads her bags that were tied on the back of the motorcycle. She picks up her bags and enter the house, she guess she be going to her room. She walks up the stairs as she looks at the door with her name on it. She enters the room and takes the bed that is not have a body in it. She is not surprise to be sharing a room with a guy and the guy she knows from music class. She sits her bags down, at some point during the trip she forgot she had the guitar case on her back.
When the song ended, Drew felt incomplete without atleast one more song. She just loved doing this. She would do more of it, but she wanted this to be a vacation thing. Drew giggled as the next song came on. It was Bubblegum Bitch by Marina and the Diamonds. She sang along and danced to the beat.
Desiree was making out with the taxi driver when she groaned and said in a flirtacious voice "hold on a second". She got up and walked to the door, going across the hall to her sister's room. She banged on the door with angry fists. "LISTEN, PEST! TURN THAT DAMN MUSIC DOWN BEFORE I COME IN THERE AND PUNCH YOU!" Desiree opened the door to see her sister dancing and singing, wishing she could join her. She wanted to have fun with her sister! She missed her, but her sister was an outcast. Desiree huffed and left, leaving the door open without Drew knowing.
Rachel quickly hurried back downstairs, her bags in her room on her bed. She wanted to avoid any conflict, and that yelling was conflict. She whistled, looking around the house before beginning to sketch a drawing. She basically had a picture memory, she could look at something and remember everything about it. A whistle filled the air, coming from her mouth, zoning out of everything around her so she wasn't distracted.