Part of the Yay! mini series. The beginning of the trip to Australia. I think I had written a second chapter with a spanking, but have no idea where it is nowadays. There's little hope that I'll continue this, but who knows.
Yay! Australia! - Chapter 1
by Breanna Carter
Wow, the Sydney Airport was really happy! When I say happy, I mean, well, the people were happy, and the airport itself was happy. It was dressed in bright colors -- orange and blue and red -- much unlike the Los Angeles airport that was really gloomy. I guess when you have a nine hour layover, anything seems gloomy. Besides, when we got to Sydney, we were all ecstatic. I think the airport would have looked happy if it had been orange or black.
"They have cute accents!!" Katilyn was screaming.
I giggled. We'd already listened to a little of their accents on the airplane, and I'd already had a taste of Australian food, which was similar to American food, except not as good. But it was also airplane food, so maybe that's why.
Alyssa yawned, coming to my side. "I'm tired," she pouted.
I nodded. "Me, too. It's weird that we left there in the middle of the day and got here at sunrise. Did you guys get any sleep on the plane?" I'd gotten some since I didn't sit next to anyone I knew. Instead, I had sat next to a creepy old man and a lady who had to pee every ten minutes. It was funny when she tried to jump over me while I was sleeping.
"I slept a little," Alyssa admitted, "but I watched 'Along Came Polly' like four times."
I nodded. "I watched that, too!"
Jonathan was suddenly next to us. "I watched 'Lord of the Rings.'"
"Ew, no" Katilyn said. "I wasn't going to waste my time with that. I slept a little, but basically watched movies."
See, we had our own little private tv thingys that were on the back of the seat in front of us. They had different movies on each station, and after two and a half hours, they'd replay. So we could watch the same movie the whole plane ride. It was really cool!
"Where are we going?" Katilyn asked, like me, having never been out of the country.
"To customs," someone answered. "They'll just check our stuff there."
A chaperone interjected. "They'll check our stuff and we'll get on another plane to go to the Gold Coast."
"How far away is that?" we wanted to know.
"It'll be an hour plane ride."
A really spiffy feeling was welling up inside of me. I was actually in Australia! In another country! People had cool accents, and the drinking age was 18!! OMG could things get any better? I wanted to jump up and down for days!
We made it to customs and they split us up onto groups of who had certain things and who didn't. I, unfortuantely, had one of those things. Sorry, can't take a plane ride without my benadryl! I guess that's when I first noticed that I'd be getting into a lot of trouble. It was because the Australian dude asked me a question and I said "huh?" Hey, come on! I didn't understand their accents. He was a real... asshole about it. "Didn't your mother teach you to say pardon when you can't understand what someone says when they're talking to you?" Uh, no, sorry guy. *rolls eyes*
We then met up with our tour guide, Peter. He was wearing one of those authentic Australian hats, like the crocadile hunter wears. I guess he wears it. I never watched that guy. Ohh, have you seen "The Rescuers Down Under"? The McLeach guy in there wears it... isn't that his name? The Australian mouse wears it, too. Anyway, that's not the point. He was an okay guy, seemed kind of annoying, though. He said, "My name is pronounced Pe-ta, not Pete-er."
The plane ride to the Gold Coast was very short. I had a window seat, so it was really cool. I got to see parts of Sydney as we left, though I couldn't find the Opera House, where we'd be playing, but I did see the bridge. Funny that I could see it and not the Opera House... they're right next to each other.
I was already going on a picture taking frenzy. When the plane landed and we congregated in front of the airport, my mouth was dropped. This is when it hit that I was actually in Australia. Our time was fifteen hours ahead of the time back home. It was still yesterday at my house! I wanted so badly to call my mom and tell her how cool Australia was. I didn't have much time, though. As I said, we gathered in front of the airport to wait on our plane. First I noticed that it was cold! I actually needed the jacket that I'd brought. It's weird going from ninety degree Louisiana weather to sixty degree Australia weather. I also noticed that the cars drive on the wrong side of the road. How cool!! I couldn't help but take pictures of that. I know, it's pathetic, but still, it was cool to me.
We crossed the street and even got in on the wrong side of the bus! I'm used to getting in on the right side, but in Australia, we got in on the left side. It was so spiffy. I listened to the tour guides as they chatted about the Gold Coast and told us that for the day, we'd basically get to just hang out and do whatever, as long as we stayed in groups of four and the middle school kids were always with a chaperone. I was still in awe of the place. It seemed a lot like Florida, with lots of tourists and beaches. It was really nice.
We finally got to our hotel and unpacked our stuff. Like I'd mentioned earlier, I was sharing a room with Alyssa. Katilyn was going to come to our room after she took a shower and everything. It was weird... we'd left on a Wednesday and arrived on Friday. How messed up is that?
"Do you want to take a shower first, or me?" Alyssa asked.
I shrugged. "It doesn't matter to me. Whatever you wanna do."
She nodded, and seeing that I wasn't going to decide, she went ahead and took a shower. I looked around a little bit. This was the nicest hotel ever! It was a bedroom with a separate kitchen. There was a refrigerator and a stove, enough appliances to where we could cook if we wanted. There was also a sliding door that led to the balcony, which wasn't exactly a balcony. But from there, we could see the ocean. Oh geeze, it was so beautiful. I just stood there, staring at the ocean until Alyssa was finished showering. Then I took a shower myself. It kind of sucked that they didn't have a bathtub, because I prefer baths. But it worked anyway and I felt much better when I got out. I dressed myself in an adorable outfit and dried my hair, then I was all ready. By the time I got finished, Katilyn and Jonathan and some other people were already in my room, ready to go.
We walked around the Gold Coast for a long time, just admiring the beautiful scenery and taking everything in. Some people were already souvineer shopping, but I wasn't ready to do that yet. We eventually split up into smaller groups, me hanging out with Alyssa and Katilyn, even though we weren't supposed to be in groups smaller than four, and middle school kids weren't supposed to be alone with us. Oh well. They bought some stuff and then we met up with some more girls that we were sort of friends with.
"We're so getting drunk tonight," I announced, seeing the sign for a liquor store.
"Of course!" Katilyn squealed.
The other girls nodded enthuiastically, as well as Alyssa. I figured she hadn't gotten drunk much before, but it didn't really matter. If she didn't want to, it was fine with me. I, on the other hand, wanted to drink. I'd only drank a couple of times with a large group of people. I'd never been to a party. And now, I was having the party in my room!
So Katilyn, Jane, and I sheepishly went to the liquor store while Alyssa and Renee stood guard outside. We bought a bottle of rum, a bottle of Southern Comfort, and a bottle of vodka. Yeah, talk about raging alcoholics. And they didn't even ask for our IDs!
We carried the stuff back in my backpack, making sure to put some stuff over the bottles so they wouldn't make too much noise. I could feel my heart racing. I wasn't a trouble maker, and this was something that was really daring and adventerous for me. It was only five o'clock, but night was already falling. We sat the stuff in my room and drank a little, the five of us, then stood half out on the balcony, Jane and Katilyn smoking cigarettes, and all of us talking to the people in the hot tub. We eventually stumbled downstairs, going down the extremely slow elevators. We ended up outside where the girls giggled, admitting that they were drunk as hell. I was, too, and I'm sure Alyssa was a little tipsy, but we weren't nearly as obvious.
That was apparent when one of the freshman guys asked me something, I have no idea what, and then said "yeah, you're not drunk like them, are you?" and I just giggled.
Of course I was drunk like them! Just not as... crazy.
It seemed like ten o'clock when we all piled up in my room -- and when I say "we all" I mean, tons of people! Of course it was Alyssa and me, and then Katilyn and Jane (Renee had decided to go back to her room), and Jonathan and Paul (that was his roommate that was also a junion), and then Jonathan's roommate that was the same age as Alyssa, Adam. We were partying like crazy, drinking as much as we could, and just talking and giggling loudly. It was great. I never knew Alyssa to be a non-quiet person, and I, myself, was actually quiet, too, but even the two of us were getting social for once! It started winding down when Adam couldn't walk straight (um, I'll have to admit that it was my fault because when Jane insisted that he have no more drinks, I made him some anyway) and Paul was getting really touchy feely with the girls. Jonathan, who wasn't drunk, escorted his two roommates to his room. Katilyn and Jane stayed a little longer, but eventually they were so drunk that they couldn't walk straight either. I don't know how they managed to make it to their rooms. Come to think of it, I don't really know much of what happened that night, either.
"Alyssa, I don't feel so well," I remember saying, then lying down on the bed and watching everything spin.
She was cleaning up the kitchen, which was weird, since she was drunk... or at least tipsy. "We drank a lot," she said. "Half a bottle of vodka and all of the rum and Southern Comfort."
I wasn't really paying attention. "I think I'm going to be sick."
I heard the refrigerator shut and she turned the kitchen light off and came in where I was. "Are you okay?" she asked. "Do you need anything?"
I shook my head. "I'm really drunk."
"I am, too. I've never been drunk before."
I giggled. "The first time I got drunk, I threw up a lot."
And with that, the room spun me to sleep.
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