Friday, 13 April 2007
09:48:57 AM (GMT)
We arrived in New York at 7:30 the next morning. Ella, Gwen and I were woken by the
loud noise of the speaker telling everyone to clip on their belts. Once this
happened, everyone on the plane was wide awake and ready for landing. Our spaces had
began to look quite messy, our books sprawled out on empty spaces and food still in
its packets. The air hostess came round to clear up and I smiled at her gratefully.
"You may now leave the plane," said the speaker. "Please wait until your letter row
is called and then stand up, thank you."
As our row was called, we stood up and got off the plane. I yawned and coughed.
"Well, shall we go find our luggage?" I asked Ella and Gwen.
"Yeah. So what hotel are we staying at?" said Gwen.
"The Moonlight Hotel," Ella said, checking her phone and text messaging her mum.
The three of us walked over to the airport luggage room and collected our bags. Mum
had given me some money for a taxi, so we got one to the hotel. The ride was about
ten minutes long, and as the yellow taxi pulled up outside a large white building, we
got out. It had lots of windows, each neatly framed by a marine blue curtain pulled
back with matching tiebacks. The three of us walked inside, pulling our cases behind
us. The lady behind the reception desk was wearing a white shirt with a blue badge
and a navy blue skirt with flesh coloured tights.
"Hiya," I said, handing her our card. She checked it, smiling and handed us our
We were all sharing a luxury room, which Gwen's Mum had paid for. It was painted a
very pale blue with the same blue curtains as we saw on the front. It had a neat
white balcony with white doors that had a view of the sea as you looked out. There
were three single beds in the middle of the room, spaced apart evenly and each had a
set of blue towels hanging on the end. We had a little en-suite, with a pale blue
loo, shower and sink. There was a large mirror covering the whole of the wall above
the sink and it reflected our images perfectly. Ella leaned on the window sill and
gazed dreamily at the ocean.
"Have you ever seen something too perfect?" she asked, sighing. "Well girls,
shouldn't we be unpacking?"
"Yeah, but doesn't this room make you want to stare forever?" I asked.
"Not really," said Gwen.
"You're not like that, though," laughed Ella. "But we do have to get cracking. We
don't want to be rumaging around in suitcases tonight looking for our toothbrushes."
I giggled and fingered my bracelet again. "What do you want to do when we have
"SHOP!" shouted Gwen and Ella, and then we collapsed on one of the beds, giggling and
As I was unpacking my things, I saw Mum had slipped in a note. I opened it secretly
and read it over and over again. It said:
Dear Nicola, I love you baby. Please, please think of me and Dad everyday. And
don't have too much fun. Love, Mum.
I smiled and clasped the note to my chest.
"Hey, what cha got there Nikki?" asked Ella, trying to prise away my hands. "Is it a
note from your Mum?"
I nodded. "But it's stupid. I don't want to talk about it."
"Aww, come on Nikz. What does it say? Is it something upsetting?"
"No!" I shook my head so my hair tossed on my back. "It's nothing. Let's just leave
it at that."