Two Twins, Their Idol, And A Green Day Competition, chapter 2
We didn't really do much for the next few days. We did go shopping but we didn't buy much, since we only had £25 each. We spent £5 each on necessities, but that was it. Oh yeah and the tickets came, the flights were 10am 15th December from Birmingham. We managed to get more money from Ellen only £10 each but we will get along.
So it's the 14th, 1 day before the flight and what do we do? We go and get ourselves pissed. It was late, we'd packed and we were out walking. There was some random house on the street ahead. They looked like they were partying so the idiots that we are, we decided we'd join them.
We casually walked up to the house; we passed two people making out and a guy spewing in the dumpster. We couldn't get into the house through the front door so we ventured around the back; the door was open so we went in.
"HELLO!! Come in join the party, grab some booze and join in the fun!"
"Who the hell's that" I asked Hannah.
"Dunno, some random drunk guy." She replied, we laughed.
We looked around, found some booze, Archers, think it was though I can't remember much of the night. We partied for ages. On the way home we stopped a number of times, either to find our way, or to find somewhere to spew (I think we had a tad too much to drink, put it this way: never, never again).
I woke up next morning to my alarm clock, it sounded far away I was confused and didn't know where I was. I looked around, I was on the floor, I crawled around found my bed and pulled myself up.
"Arghhh!!!" I screamed as pain shot through my head. That woke Hannah up. I turned the alarm off and took a look at the clock, 6 am.
"Urgh, my head," Hannah moaned as she sat up.
"What did we do last night?" I walked into the bathroom and got a drink of water. My head was beating, I tried to ignore it, it didn't work though, I headed back into the room, sat down on my bed and opened a tub of paracitamol. I shook 2 onto my hand, threw it into my mouth, and drank, had difficulty going down but I got there. I threw the tub to Hannah, who fiddled with the lid and did the same.
"It's 6:15 we gotta book in for 8am so we will have a shower, grab a load of food and call a taxi for 7am. You go and take a shower and I'll call the taxi." Hannah nodded and went off towards the bathroom. I grabbed my phone and tapped in the number, "Hello, yes can I book a taxi to Birmingham International please, yeah, from Funder House foster care, Telford, yeah, 7am please. Thank you, bye." As I put the phone down, I heard retching noises coming from the bathroom,
"Ooh, I knew that drink wouldn't agree with her, she'll be ok for the flight though." I told myself as I left for the kitchen, laughing to myself.
After a chaotic half-hour we were ready.
"Got everything?" Hannah asked.
"Yep" I answered. Let's go then, we climbed into the taxi, the driver gave us a weird look, well wouldn't you if you saw two 13 year olds get into a taxi at 7am to go to Birmingham International?! The journey felt like hours even though it only took 40 minutes. We pulled up...
"£20 please" the driver asked as we got out of the taxi, I handed him two £10 notes. And we went through the doors to start a journey of a lifetime.
An hour and a half later after waiting in the queue to check our bags in, we were sat bored stiff, very excited though,
"Only 20 minutes left!!" Hannah said. Suddenly a voice came on the loudspeaker:
"Will flight BCA100 21 please go to gate 10 to start boarding. Thank you."
"Finally" Hannah shouted. Everyone looked at us but we didn't care... I fumbled around with the tickets, and noticed the words 'First Class' written on the tickets.
"Wow we're in first class!" I said excitedly to Hannah.
"Wow, that'll be great! Maybe Billie Joe wants to spoil us before we even get to his house!" She said, people close by were looking at us.
All checked in and ready to enter the aircraft the air hostess pointed to some stairs and said,
"Up the stairs and to the left, thank you." We did as we were told and found to our surprise big leather seats with built in TV screens and radio.
"I can tell this is going to be a fun filled 11 hours, TV, food, radio, beds (practically)." Hannah said as we took out seats. And that it was...
* 10 hours and 45 minutes later *
"In just a few minutes we will be landing in California, the local time is 12:45, ground temperature is 35°C. Hope you enjoyed your flight with American Airways." The captain cut off.
"Ha ha sister hand it over," I said to her.
"Aww do I have to?" She replied doing 'puppy dog eyes'.
"Yes you do I won fair and square," we each guessed what time it would be when we got there, I said around 1pm and she said about 3pm, I new I was gonna be right, I know that they are 8 hours behind the UK. She scowled at me and handed over a fiver.
We filed off the plane, ears hurting, towards the arrivals. We went through that visa check thing. (We had trouble with filling that out but the airhostess helped us), we went through the passport control. We found our way to luggage pick up, found our stuff, took us nearly half an hour but we got them. As we walked outside to the pick up bay, the heat hit me,
"Jeez that's some hot weather."
"What we gotta do now?" Hannah asked. I fumbled around looking around for the tickets.
"Ah, it says to put these on," I handed Hannah a piece of card on a neck chain, mine had my name on it and hers has 'friend of' ... my name.
"Now it says to look for a posh black limo with a guy holding up the words 'Green Comp' on a plaque." We skimmed the place no black limo, no man. We sat down thinking this was all a hoax, then a large black limo pulled into the bay. We stood up expecting to see Billie Joe get out, but we didn't,
"Maybe, he's sat inside to avoid the crowds." Hannah said.
"Yeah, maybe." I sighed. The guy got out held up a plaque saying 'Green Comp' we knew it was ours so we walked over, showed him our cards and he opened the door. No Billie Joe. We sighed and got in. The driver said Billie Joe couldn't come because he was too busy getting the house ready for us. That made us feel a bit better.
So it's the 14th, 1 day before the flight and what do we do? We go and get ourselves pissed. It was late, we'd packed and we were out walking. There was some random house on the street ahead. They looked like they were partying so the idiots that we are, we decided we'd join them.
We casually walked up to the house; we passed two people making out and a guy spewing in the dumpster. We couldn't get into the house through the front door so we ventured around the back; the door was open so we went in.
"HELLO!! Come in join the party, grab some booze and join in the fun!"
"Who the hell's that" I asked Hannah.
"Dunno, some random drunk guy." She replied, we laughed.
We looked around, found some booze, Archers, think it was though I can't remember much of the night. We partied for ages. On the way home we stopped a number of times, either to find our way, or to find somewhere to spew (I think we had a tad too much to drink, put it this way: never, never again).
I woke up next morning to my alarm clock, it sounded far away I was confused and didn't know where I was. I looked around, I was on the floor, I crawled around found my bed and pulled myself up.
"Arghhh!!!" I screamed as pain shot through my head. That woke Hannah up. I turned the alarm off and took a look at the clock, 6 am.
"Urgh, my head," Hannah moaned as she sat up.
"What did we do last night?" I walked into the bathroom and got a drink of water. My head was beating, I tried to ignore it, it didn't work though, I headed back into the room, sat down on my bed and opened a tub of paracitamol. I shook 2 onto my hand, threw it into my mouth, and drank, had difficulty going down but I got there. I threw the tub to Hannah, who fiddled with the lid and did the same.
"It's 6:15 we gotta book in for 8am so we will have a shower, grab a load of food and call a taxi for 7am. You go and take a shower and I'll call the taxi." Hannah nodded and went off towards the bathroom. I grabbed my phone and tapped in the number, "Hello, yes can I book a taxi to Birmingham International please, yeah, from Funder House foster care, Telford, yeah, 7am please. Thank you, bye." As I put the phone down, I heard retching noises coming from the bathroom,
"Ooh, I knew that drink wouldn't agree with her, she'll be ok for the flight though." I told myself as I left for the kitchen, laughing to myself.
After a chaotic half-hour we were ready.
"Got everything?" Hannah asked.
"Yep" I answered. Let's go then, we climbed into the taxi, the driver gave us a weird look, well wouldn't you if you saw two 13 year olds get into a taxi at 7am to go to Birmingham International?! The journey felt like hours even though it only took 40 minutes. We pulled up...
"£20 please" the driver asked as we got out of the taxi, I handed him two £10 notes. And we went through the doors to start a journey of a lifetime.
An hour and a half later after waiting in the queue to check our bags in, we were sat bored stiff, very excited though,
"Only 20 minutes left!!" Hannah said. Suddenly a voice came on the loudspeaker:
"Will flight BCA100 21 please go to gate 10 to start boarding. Thank you."
"Finally" Hannah shouted. Everyone looked at us but we didn't care... I fumbled around with the tickets, and noticed the words 'First Class' written on the tickets.
"Wow we're in first class!" I said excitedly to Hannah.
"Wow, that'll be great! Maybe Billie Joe wants to spoil us before we even get to his house!" She said, people close by were looking at us.
All checked in and ready to enter the aircraft the air hostess pointed to some stairs and said,
"Up the stairs and to the left, thank you." We did as we were told and found to our surprise big leather seats with built in TV screens and radio.
"I can tell this is going to be a fun filled 11 hours, TV, food, radio, beds (practically)." Hannah said as we took out seats. And that it was...
* 10 hours and 45 minutes later *
"In just a few minutes we will be landing in California, the local time is 12:45, ground temperature is 35°C. Hope you enjoyed your flight with American Airways." The captain cut off.
"Ha ha sister hand it over," I said to her.
"Aww do I have to?" She replied doing 'puppy dog eyes'.
"Yes you do I won fair and square," we each guessed what time it would be when we got there, I said around 1pm and she said about 3pm, I new I was gonna be right, I know that they are 8 hours behind the UK. She scowled at me and handed over a fiver.
We filed off the plane, ears hurting, towards the arrivals. We went through that visa check thing. (We had trouble with filling that out but the airhostess helped us), we went through the passport control. We found our way to luggage pick up, found our stuff, took us nearly half an hour but we got them. As we walked outside to the pick up bay, the heat hit me,
"Jeez that's some hot weather."
"What we gotta do now?" Hannah asked. I fumbled around looking around for the tickets.
"Ah, it says to put these on," I handed Hannah a piece of card on a neck chain, mine had my name on it and hers has 'friend of' ... my name.
"Now it says to look for a posh black limo with a guy holding up the words 'Green Comp' on a plaque." We skimmed the place no black limo, no man. We sat down thinking this was all a hoax, then a large black limo pulled into the bay. We stood up expecting to see Billie Joe get out, but we didn't,
"Maybe, he's sat inside to avoid the crowds." Hannah said.
"Yeah, maybe." I sighed. The guy got out held up a plaque saying 'Green Comp' we knew it was ours so we walked over, showed him our cards and he opened the door. No Billie Joe. We sighed and got in. The driver said Billie Joe couldn't come because he was too busy getting the house ready for us. That made us feel a bit better.
