And it all started with this meet & greet - Ondreaz Lopez

Chapter 2: "So far, any questions?"

"Man, when is this gonna happen?" Amy whimpered and looked annoyingly for our luggage. "We've only been standing here for 15 minutes." 

Patience had never been one of her strong points. 

 "There they are!" she shouted so loud, she almost dropped my phone. 

"Will you do it? I'm so weak?", she asked sweetly, batting her eyelashes. The long flight had a tiring effect, despite my sleep, and I dragged myself yawning to the baggage carousels and pulled down first hers, then mine.

"What have you packed?" I gasped and put the heavy pink brick in front of her. 

"Everything a girl needs," she formulated her simple answer and rolled her suitcase behind her. I followed her, shaking my head. 

 When Amabella said need, she usually meant things she thought she needed. Like a huge bag full of cosmetics that she didn't need at all, straightening irons and curling irons for her already beautiful hair, and striking clothes to show off her figure, which could not have been more perfect. 

 "Your suitcase is big too," she said, pointing to mine. 

"The difference is that I have my skateboard with me and that takes up about half of it," I defended myself and we climbed an escalator together.

 "You won't be able to ride here anyway," she said snippily, searching the crowd for someone to drive us to the hotel. 

"We'll stay in a five-star hotel. I think I'll have a little room there. And what are parking garages for?", I replied and groped in my rucksack for the continuously vibrating mobile phone that I had thrown into it hectically.

 When I saw that my brother had tried to reach me for the third time, I picked up the phone and threw the plan overboard to just push the person away. "What's up?" I asked. 

 "You've landed?" my brother asked Matt and I heard a female voice behind him. "Babe, will you leave us alone for a minute?" he whispered the other way, but I understood him anyway. 

"Matt, you had the last one only the day before yesterday!", I brought out in disgust as I searched among all the people for a sign with our names on it. "Have you at least changed the sheets?", I asked and could see him standing in front of me, looking embarrassed at the bed and scratching his head. 

 "You are impossible. I'll have to hang up again," I said quickly and left him with a dead line. He had wanted to say something else, but I didn't feel like playing his games while I tiredly followed my best friend through the crowd.

 "OH MY GOD. THERE ARE THEY!!!", I heard someone screaming next to me and turned to her angrily. "Can't you scream in my ear for once?", I hissed, but she watched out for a huge crowd of people. 

 Amy stopped beside me frozen and looked at the crowd. 

 Please don't. 

 This could only be the Hypehouse group we would meet. Annoyed, I dragged her to a person who held up a piece of paper with our last names.

 "Don't even think about it. You'll meet her in person tomorrow and I don't want to take you to hospital because you were trampled by thirteen-year-old teenagers," I said and she let herself be led away from the action. 

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The hotel could be described in many words. Bonny and ostentatious were at the top of the list. But above all it was one thing: unbelievably huge. You could see the building from far away. It was already dark and the lights of the Hilton Hotel at the Park Lane were shining towards me. We would stay in this colossus for two weeks. 

 One of them was included in the package that Amy had won, the other one was a present from my parents. "That's awesome!" squealed this one next to me, I only shook my head. Together we entered the lobby. 

 Already here everything seemed expensive, noble, and I didn't want to know how much the fun here cost. Amy walked straight ahead to the reception. I noticed how the looks of the people followed me for a moment and then, shaking their heads, left me again. 

 Carefully I looked down at myself. 

 Quite normal: a top, dark jeans, my black Chucks and a black hoodie, my leather jacket hanging over my arm. A black backpack made of denim dangling from my shoulder and I pulled a simple suitcase behind me. 

 I had braided my dark brown hair into a hectic braid and I wore the usual natural make-up. 

 I realised that I looked shabby to some people, but I didn't care what they thought of me. If they had nothing better to do than to get upset about the appearance of a stranger, I had no desire to give them even a fraction of my attention. 

 "Hello," said the dolled up receptionist in a friendly voice and smiled forcedly. It must be awful to sit here all day long and be nice. I felt sorry for her. "Hello. My name is Amabella Johnson and this is my friend Sophia Taylor," Amy said, pointing at me. The woman nodded. 

 "Here are the room keys. Your suite is on the 26th floor. Breakfast is from half past five until half past eleven, and if you tell us in advance, an hour earlier or later. Late is hardly ever busy. 

 Dinner is from five to nine, the bar opens at eight. Cake is available from two o'clock and the buffet is open all the time. You can always help yourself to drinks, and you can also help yourself to food. Just show the staff your card, it's all there," she explained and we nodded. 

"New towels are delivered every day, and in the sauna and bathing area there are also new ones if yours are not enough. Alcoholic drinks cost extra, but can also be sent to your room, and at the reception you can order almost anything you need and it will be delivered to you. So far, any questions?"

 Synchronously we shook our heads. "Then I wish you a pleasant stay. Oh, and if you are still hungry, then just go straight to the restaurant, our staff will take care of your luggage," she said as we were already on our way. 

 "That sounds like a good idea, doesn't it?", I asked and Annie agreed with me. "Bon appetit," she wished and we thanked her before we left. 

 It had been a long day and there were several more ahead of me that would be no less strenuous. I hoped to soon be able to enjoy this journey.

The picture is Amy.