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The check in area was bustling with families in leisure suits-specifically bought for the sole purpose of travelling in-carrying large plastic suitcases, trendy looking gap year students with rucksacks and the thirty-odd people standing at the tail end of the area looking tired dazed and confused. Us. It was the annual school trip and this year-we were off to Barcelona. Last year it was gay Paris, the city of love. That trip however turned out to be a complete washout so we couldn’t even make it up the Eiffel tower, or take a stroll up the Champs Elysee. However in Barcelona we were absolutely guaranteed to have brilliant weather. However, I was in dismay about my trip to Barcelona-I had been abandoned at the last minute by my best friends. The only person going that I really spoke to was Mattie, and he seemed to be alone as well. I stood waiting on him in my purple scarf, cropped denim jacket with cap sleeves and black skinny jeans. If I didn’t say so myself-I thought I looked uber-stylish for six o’clock in the morning.

Mattie arrived a while later with a hold-all. He looked like he had just rolled out of bed and into some clothes that were coincidentally lying on the floor. His hair was disgruntled and he looked terrible.

“Hey Mandie.How are you?” he asked.

“A lot better than you by the looks of things, rock boy.” I said giggling.

He gave a faint smile and put his bag down. He didn’t seem to be taking much compared to my couple-sized suitcase.

“Um, you’re travelling…light.” He said, as he looked at my suitcase.

“Well, actually I am. I only have like three pairs of shoes.”

He laughed as I placed my suitcase on to the conveyor and the weight reading was 22kg.

“Oh my god!” I shouted. The woman at the check in desk however did not say anything, so all was good.

We headed upstairs to the food court for breakfast. At the “Delice de France” I ordered a Croissant and Jam with hot chocolate setting me back a fiver.

In WHSmith I bought an Elle magazine and a guide to Barcelona, even though we wouldn’t be needing it as we were going to be dragged around Barcelona perpetually by our teachers.

For the remainder of our time until the flight arrived, Mattie and I sat in Starbucks eating a muffin that we congregated together to buy. At that point as I was flicking through my Elle magazine, Eleanor Nicholson strutted into Starbucks like she owned the place. She bought her and all of her two cronies a drink and they sat down at a table near to us.

“Oh my, look at Amanda reading that Elle magazine like she’s all that.” Eleanor sniggered to Marie Donaghue.

“Oh my, look at Eleanor drinking that Grande Hot Chocolate with all those calorites packed into it-like she’s all that.” Eleanor and I used to be best friends until first year. She drifted away from me when she started acquainting with Marie Donaghue and they had just always disliked me since then. Mattie and I stood up and walked up to security and then through to the haven that was World Duty Free. My eyes were wide like saucers and my senses tingled. I had money in the bank specifically for this purpose so I ran over to the small bank of Scotland machine and took out sixty pounds. I selected a new Urban Decay eye shadow palette and a bottle of Miss Dior Cherie. We waited in the departure lounge for our flight call.

On the plane-EasyJet flight 52, I sat next to Mattie and around ten minutes into the flight-I fell asleep. I woke up to the smell of a bacon sandwich wafting into my nostrils.”Here.” Mattie said, thrusting one at me. I bit into it and it was like the taste of heaven. “mmm!” I exclaimed. “That’s good.” We flicked through the in flight magazine and looked at the description of Barcelona.

Two hours later, we touched down in Barcelona, the sun was bright and the air was most definitely warm.