SPRING BREAK

Rachel Hobbins, raven hair, dark eyes, model height has the tendency of becoming the most successful person in class gold. She is the class Madonna, competitive and of a rusty nature. Her biggest flaw are people–ones who turn back from others, and betray kindness, trust and decency.

She is a fashion fanatic and would push everything aside to go shopping–finding something that fits her aesthetic. It was a dream come true for her to be born in a family where her mom just by destiny–owns the popular design–FK.

Rachel is simply waking in the steps her mother had paved for her, it is a whirlwind of glitters and glamours, fancy clothes and silky hair–don't forget the Cinderella's slippers. But, she doesn't have a step mother nor evil sisters, she's the heiress of her own mansion.

As history class goes her on, her eyes are focused on board and the movement of Mr Frost's mouth, she look at and catches at every of his simple attempts. From dipping his hands into his pocket, opening the pages of his books and fixes his glasses properly.

And as he tries to say something else, the bell rings and everyone is furious with joy, because Hello, it's spring break. It is the beginning of that holiday when we hearts meet new hearts and old souls meet new souls.

Mr Frost tries to still one the volume of the class but it is pushed back by the clutters if the tables and chairs and excitement of Class A. Rachel, on the other hand stands gently from her seat in the most elegant way possible and grabs her bag.

She brushes her hair gently with her left hand and grabs her books on the desk. It is the beginning of spring break and she has a long to do list of things to attain in this break.

As she comes out of the class, she realizes that the excitement is everywhere. There is a jubilee of people just patting each other and shaking hands, legs or something as they walk in cheer. Rachel waits for her own group of friends to come her too.

Aren't they out of class? Rachel huffs under her breath as she checks her vintage watch.

The moment she looks back up, it's no other than her three favorite people in the whole world. Kyle, Olive and Gerald march in the crowd with their collective dark bike jackets as they wave hands towards her.

Rachel giggles silently as she gets down the stairs in her nude right skirt and dark chiffon top.

She opens her arm right in front of them and she is accepted with a wide good huge.

•

"Finally, spring break, the day I get to sleep in with unlimited dreams of passion." Olive says, as she swipes some coin into the vending machine using the time to tie her blonde hair in.

That is what you want to use spring break for? Rachel ask, standing beside Kyle and Gerald.

"I can't wait to look after my Grandfather's horses, I plan on using them to make some free doughs."Chris and Gerald shake hands at the idea.

What about you Kyle? Rachel asks.

Kyle's eyes beam with shimmer when she asks him, he rubs his hand together like he's about to put down some plan of the world. His raven hair shuts one eyes and the bike jacket makes him look like a mafia–oh, and did I mention it, there is a slight rumor that his family had defendants of mafias isn't them.

"Quit, stirring you big bowl of soup and tell us! Olive says grabbing her item from the machine."

One. Two. Are y'all ready, cause what I have planned. Kyle continues to exaggerate.

He has nothing! Rachel says knowing his obvious lies since the beginning of time.

Hey, you broke it to them. Kyle says, pushing his hands into the pockets of the jacket.

Really, nothing? Chris asks him again.

Yep. I guess I'll stay home with my sisters babysitter and make some good oat cookies. Kyle says.

Olive and Rachel laugh immediately when he spits that out but he doesn't really get why.

"Dude, you can come with me. We can tame many Grandpa's horses together, making some dough too. Chris pipes their laughter in."

"Not a bad idea, Kyle says hitting both Rachel's and Olives face together at each-other's."

So, what will you be doing Meghan Sparkles? Rachel rolls her eyes because she knows Kyle is mocking her.

"Well, thank you for asking cause I'll be signing up for the Princess Patty Boutique and then, I'll be joining in as influencer/worker. I can't wait to walk down those stairs of glitters and glamours." Rachel's imagination is almost in front of her as she speaks and the rest can testify.

"Yep, gotta go guys. I meant it when I said I want gonna sleep." Olive takes the first departures and Rachel almost follows her.

Where would you guys be? Rachel asks before she leaves.

"I'm gonna grab a good old prawn burger. Kyle says."

"What is wrong with you and adding "old" to your conversations. Rachel asks."

I...

"Guys, I just got a text and my father expects to be to home by now. Chris says as he already departures."

He calls his dad...father? Kyle asks looking over to Rachel.

He also called his grandpa, grandfather, didn't you hear that one too? She asks, a light chuckle as they walk out too.

You buy me a prawn burger?

"Why, buy your own prawn burger? Kyle lightly pushes her."

"Stone, rock, paper, scissors! Rachel adds and she runs back to him."

No!

Kyle is adamant.

Cause you always lose? She tugs on his jacket annoyingly.

"Nope, I don't wanna beat you."

"Rachel rolls her eyes. You haven't learnt how to lie any better, Kyle Stevens."

"Neither have you, Rachel Hobbins–a smirk of tease runs across Kyle's face as he stares at Rachel."