Chapter 4

Shayla:

Life of the party

It seems endless. We are walking, walking, walking. Boarding the plane is so yawn. Sammy gives me a look to tell me that I should shut up about the tunnel already.

“God Shayla don’t you have any patience!”

“No!” I reply jokingly. She seems to disapprove, because she scowls at me. Up ahead I can see the light, oh no wait that’s just the back of Ross’s bald head blinding me. I run ahead of all the passengers to see if there are any hot guys boarding the plane with us. All I see is the regulars. Yawn. I take my seat next to Gillian and pull out my walkman. Gillian pulls out a book, surprise of the century. Even though she’s incredibly sexy, and could be part of a popular crowd, she tends to blush and read books and act all like the “beautiful smart girl”. Sometimes it pisses me off; I mean she’s completely oblivious to the fact that she’s attractive. Unlike me she hides her beauty under books, I flaunt what I’ve got, and according to my friends “I’ve got something” (Hope that’s a good thing).

Behind me I can hear Allie and Sammy talking.

“What CD do you want?” asks Sammy’s rather loud voice.

I stop eavesdropping on their conversation, it’s boring me. I press the play button on my walkman and wait for my tunes to start blasting. Nothing seems to work for me. Whether its grades, skateboarding (cracked 3 ribs) or just my walkman not working, I think life has a jinx on me. Gillian seems to notice my “pissed off” attitude and reaches in her bag for batteries.

“I have some extras if you want Shay.” Gillian explains in that sweet, faraway voice I’ve known for so long.

“Thanks Gill, you’re a doll.” It’s a habit. I can’t help but call people a doll or babe. Reflex or mentally unstable, you be the judge.

I take my blue hair gone bad out of my elastic and shake it like a wet dog. Gillian winces but hands me the batteries. I put the new ones in the slot and press play. Thank God. I mean what the hell would I do without my walkman. I relax my head against the seat and bob my head up and down. I close me eyes and listen to the screaming sensation that is “SLIPKNOT”. Ahh, Blissful. There is nothing like listening to your favourite band, while going to France, with your three best friends. I mean really could life get any better? I start to doze off when Gillian realizes I’m missing the most “exciting” part of the trip.

“Don’t you want to have the thrill of the voyage?” She asks glancing up at me with those big blue eyes that have EVERY guy hypnotized.

“ Sorry Gill,” I say laughing “ I don’t get the same thrills you do.” She nods hear pretty blonde mop and then rests it against the window. I closed my eyes again and began to imagine France. I saw me lying on the beach on a warm sunlit day. Guys would surround me, beautiful sexy men, with accents that could melt a girl’s heart. I’d wear my skimpiest bikini so all the guys could see. Meanwhile Gillian would lie down and have her book glued to her and would glance up every now and then and smile at me. Sammy and Allie would be play fighting in the water, splashing each other. Eventually I would get hot and run down the beach and dive in headfirst. Then all three of us would go and grab Gillian and pick her up by her toothpick shaped legs and throw her into the water. Then the real battle would begin. We would play “Shark Attack” like we did when we were little. The sun would finally begin to set and we’d climb out of the water drunk from happiness. Then we’d all like on one tiny towel and put our arms around each…

“Shayla…Shayla…for God sakes Shayla wake up!” Slowly Allie’s face came into view, her pretty brown hair over eyes.

“Huh, oh.” I say groggily, rubbing my eyes.

“Shay! While you were sleeping the pilot announced that the destination of France could not be made because of weather problems! We’re going to Thailand!!

“Thailand? Are you mental?!” Then Laura’s face popped into view.

“ S’cuse me, les filles, but I must ask you to take your seats the plane will be landing soon. Please fasten your seatbelts.

I turn towards Gillian and (surprise) find her enthralled in a new book. Geez. This chick can read.

“ Oh, my fricking god! Gill, WE’RE GOING TO THAILAND