Curses: Pilot Part Two
I just love forcing those limo drivers to play my spank music loud and proud. Base and all. And I totally didnt know that limos can go over the top with the bumps. Reminds me of home. It is a bright and sunny day today. Gotta love this smackin weather. All of those prep snoob gals just stared at me like Im loca as I went with the beat. Its not zapping, you know? And Im talking to myself again... SHUT UP, ME! Sorry. And here I go again. I sighed silently as I hopped out of the limo, slinging my bag over my shoulder as I danced my way to the school.
“Room 403.” I sang my virtual note card aka phone in Espanol. I just had that spank song stuck in my head. I didnt even notice three girls, all blonde of different shades and the snoobiest of all, walk up to me.
“Excuse me, but loca barrio chicas arent allowed on these grounds.”
Curses: Pilot Part One
I slumped in my seat in the back. I sighed. With no music, Im practically brain dead. If only-
“Miss Lynch, you have arrived at Fallapio Academy.” the limo dude said. I sighed again then glanced at my watch again. Ugh. 5:30 am. I managed to keep my eyes open as I opened the door and stepping out without waiting for the guy to open it for me. And that was when my trouble began.
“ARGH!” I pulled at the stupid suitcase. I yanked and yanked... Until I was sent flying back with the suitcase, screaming. I landed pretty hard on the pavement with the heavy suitcase on top of me.
“Ah. So, youre Olivia Lynch.” an older but yet young female voice said from above me. I looked up, seeing a beautiful woman that could pass for Athena standing above me. And it had obviously was raining. Blame my hurting butt for the storm.