Sun, Sun, Sun, Here it Comes

Chapter 1

Ashleigh's Point of View:

It was a seemingly normal day when it all started. 

I woke up late, made a Pop Tart for breakfast, and slouched around for about two hours watching re-runs of Toddlers & Tiaras. Then I did my work-out, whilst listening to heavy pop music, and then returned to lounging on the sofa when the doorbell rang.

Huh, I thought when I heard it. No-one's ever over round here. Maybe it's Hope or Poppy.

I got up and opened the door to see seven teenagers with suitcases.

The first one, who looked like they had rang the doorbell, was a girl, dressed in a low cut tank top and a very short skirt, heels and bleached blond hair. Her leopard print handbag had a tiny chihuahua in it, and her handbag matched her many suitcases.

The second was standing beside her, and looked like an assistant of some sort. She was the same age as the girl, but had headphones on and a cell phone in her hand. She was smiling tiredly at me and was dressed like the first girl, but she looked uncomfortable in her attire and was fiddling with different bows and nick-knacks on her clothes.

The third was a boy who had a plain shirt done up to the top, tucked in to his trousers (suit trousers)  and a pale blue tie coming down his chest. His hair was straight and clung to his head and his glasses rested upon his nose like they were his most prise possession and they sat there so he could keep and eye on them at all times. He had one plain suitcase with him, which didn't seemed to be packed very much.

The fourth was a boy with light blond hair, spiked up with a loose bit of hair wax. His blue t-shirt was tight and clung to his chest, and it sculpted his abs in a way that would make any girls' knees turn to jelly. He was sporting pearly white shorts which he was low-riding and had a Hollister gym bag slung over his shoulder, with a surfboard in his other hand.

The fifth was a girl who was like a girl version of the third. She had glasses and looked extremely shy. She had a plain white t-shirt on and skinny jeans with cream converse at the bottom. Her suitcase looked like her dad had lent it to her as a temporary thing but I knew that she'd probably bought it herself, especially for the occasion... What this occasion is I don't even know.

The sixth was a boy who looked as if he was a rock star, with wavy brown hair and a white t-shirt like the fifth girls'. His hair was ridiculously long and was swept across his face. He had large Nike high-tops on and black skinny jeans. I found it funny how the fifth girl and him were wearing practically the same thing yet they looked so different to each other.

The seventh... I couldn't put my finger on the seventh. His wavy hair was encased in a beanie with pretty patterns on it and he had a denim shirt done up to the top with black skinny jeans and red converse. He had a Hollister gym bag, too, except it didn't look as "surfer" as the fourth boy. It looked like his own style. All of the others had stereotypes, but there was nothing about him. His blue eyes enchanted me and I blushed when his gaze turned to me.

"So, um, are you going to let us in?" said the first girl in a dry, sarcastic American tone.

I didn't know much about what was going on, but all I knew was that it was going to be one hell of a summer.