Author's Note:
Hey guys, I'm Emily. I usually do anime/manga Fan Fictions, so this is my first "Zoey 101." I've also done Grey's Anatomy, One Tree Hill, Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants, Inuyasha, Naruto, Fruits basket, etc. I love fan fiction, and I'm excited to get involved in this fan dome. Usually my chapters are longer, but I sort of wanted to get into character first, and then make the chapters longer. For those of you who are a little confused, this is on Zoey's POV.
Disclaimer.
I do not own Zoey 101 or any characters.
Dedication.
To Olivia. My sister.
"The point of packing is so that you can get things into a suit case, not mess up the dorm," My dorm mate Lola acknowledged as she threw some of her peasant skirts into her bag. "Which, I'm sure even though there's always a 'Zoey way' for everything, packing like this is not one of them." Lola laughed, but I ignored it. I was throwing things around, looking for it. My necklace. It had my dorm key on it, and I was sure that I was wearing it when I began packing for the class trip to London.
"Hello, earth to planet Zoey?" Lola threw a pillow at my head, causing me to flinch, but I went right back to digging through my clothing, throwing out all of my clothes from the monster sized suitcase. I had to find it, even though the bus that would take us to the air port would be leaving soon. "What're you looking for?" Lola finally asked, sliding off her bed and onto her knees.
"My necklace." I sighed, finally finding it and slipping it on, a wave of relief rushing through my body as my hands were frantically slipping it on. As soon as I said it, Lola shook her head, playfully rolling her eyes and standing up, rolling her body. "Girls, are you almost—oh my." The trip coordinator, a teacher by the name of Ms. Andrea, a young woman who had just graduated college, stood in our door way.
"What happened here?" Ms. Andrea pushed up her glasses, her crystal blue eyes blinking, aghast. She stepped over piles of clothing, till she was standing by Lola and I. "I lost my necklace." I said, I probably owed her an explanation. After all, in less than an hour I was supposed to be packed to go over seas. England. I was so excited, and I had been planning and shopping for months, it was too bad that it all had to be wasted on my necklace.
Ms. Andrea cleared her throat, which was her own way of showing she was annoyed. She never raised her voice which, believe it or not, actually got kind of annoying. "Oh…alright." Ms. Andrea said, her face flushed with frustration. I instantly felt guilty, I knew that this was Ms. Andrea's first big break with showing PCA's administration how responsible she was and such—and if anything went wrong, if would be her head.
"I'll be ready, Ms. Andrea." I said, repeating myself in my head, trying to convince myself. She nodded, then looked from Lola, then back to me, then at the mess, then back to me before turning around on the heels of her pointed-toe heels and began briskly walking down the hallway. When she had left, I took a deep sigh.
I bent down, beginning to shove everything into the suit case, not even bothering to get it folded. "Thanks for helping, Lola." I murmured, which probably wasn't fair of me. I made this mess, it was only fair of me to clean it up myself. I heard a snicker come from the door way, and I saw Chase and Logan standing there. I rolled my eyes. "What is this? The second that I need to get something done, everyone shows up." I rolled my eyes, semi-joking. I didn't stop to greet them, but rather kept on packing.
"Aren't we in a lovely mood today?" Logan asked, stepping over the piles of clothing and taking a seat next to Lola. "Well, I am. Thank you for asking. In less than twelve hours, we will be basking in the sun with hot British babes." Logan smirked, nodding to himself. Lola rolled her eyes at his statement. "You know, Logan. First of all—we're going to London. It's always drizzly there, isn't it?" Lola smirked.
As Lola and Logan argued about whether or not London was going to be a replica of Florida with "hotter, foreign girls"—Chase came and sat down next to met. "What are you doing, Zo?" He asked, looking into my eyes. I sighed, stuffing in the last bit of clothing. That hadn't taken too long—although this sudden re-packing was going to cost me when we got to London, I wasn't going to be able to find anything.
"Phew. Done." I stood up, pulling down on my jean mini skirt. I was exhausted, at least I'd sleep good on the plane, right? "Good. Because we have to get going to the bus about, now." Logan stopped arguing with Lola, and looked at them. I sighed, knowing that this was the part where we were all going to be frantically running to the buses.
Okay, I was not in the mood to be running anywhere frantically after just repacking that whole suitcase. "Then we should get going." I stated, taking my bag and grimacing as I hauled it behind me. Lola stood up along with Logan, although Logan bumped his head on the top bunk which sent Lola into a fit of laughter—something I guessed she would regret.
Chase and Logan had brought their bags with them to our dorm, so we were all running across campus to the main parking lot to get to the buses. I felt like my arms were going to fall off as I ran, the suitcase's weight really taking a toll on me. "Late." Ms. Andrea shook her head, a pencil tucked behind her ear, a clip board in her hand. I dropped my suitcase, with Lola, Logan, and Chase following behind me, wincing as Logan's suit case clipped my heels.
"Sorry, Ms. Andrea." We chorused as we stepped onto the bus. We made it. Now, to get there.