Highschool Daze

Alaina’s POV
*On The Plane*
I’m so glad I brought my iPod with me. June insisted to give it to me as a welcome present at the care home. It’s cheap but hey it’s entertainment. I blasted Telephone by Lady Gaga
Hello hello baby you called
I can't hear a thing
I have got no service
In the club, you say? say?
Sorry I cannot hear you I'm kinda busy
K-kinda busy
K-kinda busy
Sorry I cannot hear you I'm kinda busy
Just a second
It's my favorite song they're gonna play
And I cannot text you with a drink in my hand, eh?
You should've made some plans with me
You knew that I was free
And now you won't stop calling me
I'm kinda busy

Stop callin'
Stop callin'
I don't wanna think anymore
I got my head and my heart on the dance floor
Stop callin'
Stop callin'
I don't wanna talk anymore
I got my head and my heart on the dance floor

E-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e
Stop telephonin'
Me-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e
I'm busy e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e
Stop telephonin'
Me-e-e-e-e-e-e—“
I was interrupted by someone.
“Please miss could you lower voice or please stop singing and settle down please?”
I hadn’t realised I was singing out loud.
I looked around and it was only me and Susana. Did I mention I was flying first class? Well I am.
The lady had grey hair but looked a bit youngish and looked like she was about to yank my head off there and then, so I stopped singing.
*Few Hours later*
I felt someone shaking me.
“Alaina? Wake up.”
“Wh-what?”
“We’re here. Come on.” She smiled as she ushered me out of the plane.
Once we had our luggage I looked around and I could tell I was going to love it here.
The sun was almost setting in the sky, it was warm with a slight breeze, and the whole place looked stunning.
When we got outside the airport, there was a limo waiting for us.
“Oh boy.” Susana muttered.
I was still contemplating what she meant when loads of flashes appeared in front of us. Oh paparazzi…..why? Oh because she’s a famous model duh. I mentally slapped myself.
“Susana who is this young girl? Your daughter? Younger sibling?” One reporter asked. She had chestnut brown hair, pearly white teeth and a crooked smile.
“Actually.” Susana said as-a-matter-of-factly, trying to shield her eyes from the flashing of several cameras. “She’s my foster daughter and she’s going to be living with me.”
She signalled to the chauffeur to take our luggage, and he did so with a smile.
The chauffeur drove to Susana’s home.
The journey took about 45 minutes.
The chauffeur pulled up at a very large, rich and extravagant house.
O.M.G she couldn’t possibly live here.
I mean it’s like a palace.
Susana got out of the limo and noticed me gawping at it.
“You like it?”
“Did you buy it like this?”
“No I had it built.”
“Wow it’s gorgeous.” I complimented.
We both got the luggage and the chauffeur parked the limo in the drive way.
We walked up the stairs and were greeted by butlers and maids who took our bags into the foyer.
Then a maid led me to my new bedroom.
I followed a maid up to my new room.
“Hi.” I said politely.
“Hi.” she answered
“What’s your name?” I asked
She seemed a bit fidgety and nervous.
“Nicola miss,” She said. “Nicola Bristow.”
“Why are you so fidgety might I ask?”
“Oh it’s just that Erm… “She trailed off.
“Go on?” I urged.
“Because I want you to be comfortable here and I’m afraid I’ll mess up and get fired. Because everyone except miss Susana already wants me gone.” She sobbed. “I’m not wanted here, everyone’s so mean.”
I felt sorry for her.
“Hey do you want to be mates?” I asked politely.
“Umm. Yeah why?” She wondered.
“Well I’m new here and don’t have anyone to talk to my age except you.” I said.
“Ok yeah.” Nicole agreed.
“You can be my personal maid/friend ok?”
“Cool,.” She laughed.
She suddenly began to wiggle.
I looked at her bewildered.
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
“Oh nothing I just hate the uniform.” Nicola explained.
“Well if you want you don’t have to wear it you know.”
“Really? You’re amazing thank you!” She screeched and pulled me into a bone crushing hug.
I smiled at this.
She finally let me go.
“What do you want to eat?” She asked.
“How about I order pizza for both of us?”
“Pizza? I’ve never had pizza before.” She smiled sheepishly.
My jaw dropped. I stared at her like she had 3 heads.
Back at the care home June ordered pizza almost every night, and when it came we all tore the box open and start grabbing like wild animals.
“My parents never allowed me, saying it wasn’t ladylike and it was greasy and disgusting.” She informed.
“Well today you’re going to have your first bite of pizza and looooooooooooooove it.” I joked.
*Later on*
I called and ordered a large all meat pizza, garlic bread and fries.
-DING DONG-
I walked over to the door and opened it revealing a cute boy. He had get black hair cut in an emo style, lovely hazel eyes.
His eyes wandered from my face down to my cleavage, stopped for a while then worked his way down my legs then kindly back up to my face.
I was confused by this and looked down at what I was wearing.
A tank top that revealed way too much cleavage and shorts.
I felt my face get hot and I looked down in embarrassment. “There you go.” He said handing me my order, smirking.
I took it from him and handed him the cash.
He took it.
Just as I was about to shut the door he said.
“Nice legs.”
He kept the smirk plastered on his face as he turned and left.
I don’t know if I should be creeped out that he was checking me out in a kind of perverted way or be happy that he complimented me.
I shoved the thought aside and unpacked everything.
*5 Minutes later*
“Go on.” I urged.
Nicola took a huge bite of her pizza and her face curled into a smile.
She loved it.
Mission Accomplished.
We stayed downstairs watching movies until we both fell asleep.