Tuesday, July 25, 2006

More of my story
Hey, Sarah I see you already have a cup of sharpened pencils ready. So, where was I? Oh, yeah. I was going to skip to the airport.

I had to beg Dad into letting me take the car to the airport by my self so I could escape that death trap. After begging for what seemed like hours Dad agreed. I had a safe, but long trip to the airport. After bording my plane I was finally off.

The plane trip took for what seemed like forever. I mean come on I’m flying all the way to China! Finally the pilit turned on the seatbelt light and announced that we were now landing.

When I got off the plane the first thing I did was get my luggage and then I went to the money changer so I could get some money. Dad gave me $200 to spend. After that I headed to the door to see if Mr. Aoyama had arrived yet with my ride. I sat on a bench to wait.

A few minutes later a motorcycle pulled up. The guy on it slowly pulled his helmet off and reveled a gorgeous face! He was perfectly tanned. He ran his perfect hands through his perfect sleek black hair. He had a nice six pack as I could see through his white t-shirt. Those black pants were perfect for his....
Don’t give me that look Sarah! I was going to say his toughness. Sheesh, you have such a dirty mind.

Anyways, he got of his motorcycle and held up a sign. I was so concentracted on his looks I forgot to look at the sign....
The sign said, “Casey Madison”

“What?” I thought, “He’s here for me?”

I walked over to him with a confused look.

“Um....excuse me? I’m Casey Madison....but there must be a mistake. I was suppost to be picked up by a Mr. Aoyama,” I said.

“I am Mr. Aoyama. Conan Aoyama at your service ma’am,” he said.

“But where do I put my luggage?” I questioned.

“See that old guy driving a car right behind me? Well he works for the hotel you’re staying at. Just give him your luggage and he’ll put it in your hotel room. Ok?”

I turned and saw the old guy. I quickly gave the old guy my luggage. When I walked back Conan handed me a helmet. I put it on and hoped on.

“There now put on this helmet and hop on. You better hold on tight!” he said speeding away.

Since it was my first time on a motorcycle I suspected Conan thought I was lame for giving his nice six pack abs a death grip.....

I thought for sure he was taking me to the hotel, but no he took me to a motorcyclist hang out.

“Hey, Mr. Aoyama? Why are we here?” I asked.

“We’re meeting some of my friends. Please just call me Conan, Casey,” he said.

“Then you can call me Case if you want,”

“Ok,”

We walked into the hang out. It was kinda dark. There was a whole bunch of couches, a bar to serve up sodas, two bathrooms all covered in a nice coat of navy blue paint. Well the couches were black. Three guys walked over to Conan and gave him high fives.

“Hey, Conan! Where did you pick up the fat American chick?” one guy asked.

That made me mad.

“I’m not fat!” I cried. My hand turned into a nice fist. I sent my fist flying into his face. When he recovered his nose was covered with blood. I did pretty nice work.

“Wow she’s tough,” another guy said.

“Case....This is Jimmy....” Conan said pointing to the second guy, “That’s Frank.” he pointed to the third guy.

“And the guy you just punched is Joey.”

“Sorry about that... I get angry when people make fun of me so I punch them,” I said.

“It’s ok. Guys this is Casey, I’m taking her around as her translator/ tour guide,” Conan said.
Jimmy said something to Frank in Chinese.

“He said the same things I just said,” Conan said, “ Frank failed English”

“So how old are you guys any way?” I asked.

“I’m sixteen. So is everyone else. Except Frank. He got held back,” Conan explained.

We then sat on a couch and had sodas. We talked. They asked me all about America while I asked all about China. After a few hours I yawned.

“Oh, yeah I forgot about you having jet lag,” Conan said.

We said goodbye to the guys and left. After an hour we arrived at my hotel. It was a pretty nice one. Ten story. Spa. Pool. Library. It was awesome. After I checked in Conan walked with me to my room.

“See ya tomorrow Case.” He said, “ Tomorrow were gonna go on a hike.”

After he left I let out a loud groan. I don’t enjoy hiking. I walked int to my room which was nice. Queen size bed. Nice marble bathroom. A nice tv. A mini fridge. A balcony! I was in hotel room heaven. I had room service too. The best part was I wasn’t paying for any of it! After a nice long bath. I went to sleep
To be continued
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