This Is Our Lives On Holiday, chapter 6
*Tre's POV*
So it was the morning after the night before, and to my surprise Matt was still being a nice friendly chap. That makes me happy. Today we decided we weren't going to get all so drunk because Chris is suffering badly, and I mean badly he hasn't come out of the bathroom all morning. I don't know what he is doing but we don't think we're going to go in there for a while. Anyway we were just making our way out of our room, when Mr Jones came plodding along. Oh joy.
"Erm, boys all gather in the hall down the hallway, erm, erm yeah be there in five minutes." Mr Jones told us and plodded off again to tell the next room of peoples.
Everyone was so pissed off by this, we were about to go out damn the world.
Chris came out of the bathroom with a puke stain around the corner of his mouth; he walked over to Billie Joe, and started telling him about his time in the bathroom. Billie upon deciding he didn't want to really hear about it said
"Oh Chris I'm sorry I just got to go and stand over there for a while, I think, I think I hear my mum calling." Billie soon ran off in the direction of the wall that apparently was now his mum calling him.
"But Billie" Chris cooed "Your mum is all the way back in America?!" Chris siad looking at Billie Joe in a very confused state.
"Well, you see" Billie Joe began "my mother has a very loud voice, and now I must answer her" he finished and ran to the wall saying "mother dearest I'm hear, what do you want?" Chris looked at him very confused, I think he believed that Billie Joe was contacting his mum... Through a wall.
*Billie Joe's POV*
Ha-ha, poor little Chris guy, he can tell someone else but I'm really not interested in what he did in the bathroom! Oh well, I don't want to go to the hall thing we will end up doing something very, very, extremely boring.
"Everyone lets go do something else I don't feel like staying with some fucked up teacher all day, while they tell us all about England! It don't sound all that interesting." I spoke up, letting everyone hear my point.
"Billie, dude we cant they want us to go to that hall place and we're kind of late already." Matt said, he doesn't look like a rebellious kinda guy, well I'll show him how to have some fun.
"Exactly we're already late they won't miss us!" I said thinking I had everyone on my side and started walking towards the door. I opened it slowly, ready to move out. I didn't think anyone was out there so I opened the door fully only to see a little fat guy blocking the way, he took up the whole doorway.
"Oh get out of my way, you fat fuck!" I yelled at the fat figure blocking the door so we couldn't get out. Rudeness.
"Excuse me, Mr Armstrong?" the fat thing talks.
"How do you know my name?" I asked confused and pissed off at this insane guy who knew peoples names, I looked up to see who this crazed guy was and suddenly I felt scared of what I had just said.
"Mr Armstrong, could you please repeat what you just said?" Mr Jones stood looking down on me
"I, I... I... I... Erm... I"
"I didn't think so, now everyone here follow me"
"No... We... Erm don't want to... Go" I gulped
"Well then, do you want to go home then?" Mr Jones towered over me
"No" I pouted, while Matt, Chris, Dom, Tre and Mike all followed me and MR Jones sniggering, I turned around to get them to all shut up but Tre was doing an impression of Mr Jones and I couldn't help but laugh at that.
"Would you stop laughing and just keep moving please" Mr Jones asked without turning around and clueless to the event happening behind him.
Soon we were all doing our own impressions of good old Mr Jones, and that meant we missed him turn around.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" he asked but obviously knowing full well what we were doing.
"Partying" Tre laughed
"Well stop it and be quick you are late for the meeting in the hall"
"But parties are cool" Tre protested
"I DON'T CARE" Mr Jones snapped
"WELL I DON'T CARE EITHER" Mike said imitating Mr Jones, who looked round with anger in his eyes
"I just want to get to the meeting" grumbled Mr Jones
"Awwwwwwwwwwwww" We all simultaneously chimed from behind, giggling at ourselves
"RIGHT, NONE OF YOU ARE TAKING PART IN TODAYS ACTIVITIES GO BACK TO YOUR ROOM AND YOU WILL NOT COME OUT UNTIL TOMORROW" Mr Jones roared at us, as we all started to laugh hysterically. Not actually sure why but oh well.
"You're not my mum you can't ground me" Mike shouted back
"JUST GO"
"Oh no guys we're going to miss out on seeing old buildings" Matt added in as Mr Jones escorted us back to our room.
"Just stay here!" Mr Jones yelled for about the 100th time today
"Ok, ok, ok don't have a cow" Dom laughed
"I just did!" Mr Jones said, not quite realising what he had just said, and storming off. Mr Jones left us in fits of giggles and all of us mooing after him.
So it was the morning after the night before, and to my surprise Matt was still being a nice friendly chap. That makes me happy. Today we decided we weren't going to get all so drunk because Chris is suffering badly, and I mean badly he hasn't come out of the bathroom all morning. I don't know what he is doing but we don't think we're going to go in there for a while. Anyway we were just making our way out of our room, when Mr Jones came plodding along. Oh joy.
"Erm, boys all gather in the hall down the hallway, erm, erm yeah be there in five minutes." Mr Jones told us and plodded off again to tell the next room of peoples.
Everyone was so pissed off by this, we were about to go out damn the world.
Chris came out of the bathroom with a puke stain around the corner of his mouth; he walked over to Billie Joe, and started telling him about his time in the bathroom. Billie upon deciding he didn't want to really hear about it said
"Oh Chris I'm sorry I just got to go and stand over there for a while, I think, I think I hear my mum calling." Billie soon ran off in the direction of the wall that apparently was now his mum calling him.
"But Billie" Chris cooed "Your mum is all the way back in America?!" Chris siad looking at Billie Joe in a very confused state.
"Well, you see" Billie Joe began "my mother has a very loud voice, and now I must answer her" he finished and ran to the wall saying "mother dearest I'm hear, what do you want?" Chris looked at him very confused, I think he believed that Billie Joe was contacting his mum... Through a wall.
*Billie Joe's POV*
Ha-ha, poor little Chris guy, he can tell someone else but I'm really not interested in what he did in the bathroom! Oh well, I don't want to go to the hall thing we will end up doing something very, very, extremely boring.
"Everyone lets go do something else I don't feel like staying with some fucked up teacher all day, while they tell us all about England! It don't sound all that interesting." I spoke up, letting everyone hear my point.
"Billie, dude we cant they want us to go to that hall place and we're kind of late already." Matt said, he doesn't look like a rebellious kinda guy, well I'll show him how to have some fun.
"Exactly we're already late they won't miss us!" I said thinking I had everyone on my side and started walking towards the door. I opened it slowly, ready to move out. I didn't think anyone was out there so I opened the door fully only to see a little fat guy blocking the way, he took up the whole doorway.
"Oh get out of my way, you fat fuck!" I yelled at the fat figure blocking the door so we couldn't get out. Rudeness.
"Excuse me, Mr Armstrong?" the fat thing talks.
"How do you know my name?" I asked confused and pissed off at this insane guy who knew peoples names, I looked up to see who this crazed guy was and suddenly I felt scared of what I had just said.
"Mr Armstrong, could you please repeat what you just said?" Mr Jones stood looking down on me
"I, I... I... I... Erm... I"
"I didn't think so, now everyone here follow me"
"No... We... Erm don't want to... Go" I gulped
"Well then, do you want to go home then?" Mr Jones towered over me
"No" I pouted, while Matt, Chris, Dom, Tre and Mike all followed me and MR Jones sniggering, I turned around to get them to all shut up but Tre was doing an impression of Mr Jones and I couldn't help but laugh at that.
"Would you stop laughing and just keep moving please" Mr Jones asked without turning around and clueless to the event happening behind him.
Soon we were all doing our own impressions of good old Mr Jones, and that meant we missed him turn around.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" he asked but obviously knowing full well what we were doing.
"Partying" Tre laughed
"Well stop it and be quick you are late for the meeting in the hall"
"But parties are cool" Tre protested
"I DON'T CARE" Mr Jones snapped
"WELL I DON'T CARE EITHER" Mike said imitating Mr Jones, who looked round with anger in his eyes
"I just want to get to the meeting" grumbled Mr Jones
"Awwwwwwwwwwwww" We all simultaneously chimed from behind, giggling at ourselves
"RIGHT, NONE OF YOU ARE TAKING PART IN TODAYS ACTIVITIES GO BACK TO YOUR ROOM AND YOU WILL NOT COME OUT UNTIL TOMORROW" Mr Jones roared at us, as we all started to laugh hysterically. Not actually sure why but oh well.
"You're not my mum you can't ground me" Mike shouted back
"JUST GO"
"Oh no guys we're going to miss out on seeing old buildings" Matt added in as Mr Jones escorted us back to our room.
"Just stay here!" Mr Jones yelled for about the 100th time today
"Ok, ok, ok don't have a cow" Dom laughed
"I just did!" Mr Jones said, not quite realising what he had just said, and storming off. Mr Jones left us in fits of giggles and all of us mooing after him.
