Thrill-Ville

Chapter Two

I walked out of the airport into rain. Looks like the English weather jokes have some truth to them. I saw a bright blue mini bus with Thrill-Ville written on the side. I started to hastily walk towards it. An old man grabbed my suit case and held out his umbrella. He was wearing a shirt that matched the bus with a name tag that read Gareth, Oxfordshire. He put his hand on the small of my back and led me to the bus door, keeping the umbrella over us. "Sorry about the weather love" He smiled "How was your flight?"

"It was ok, the longest flight I've been on yet" I smiled

"Let me guess, America?" He pointed at me. I shook my head

"'I'm offended you think of me as an American" I winked

"You must be Canadian then" He laughed whole heartedly as I nodded

"And proud" I winked, walking away and sitting down on the seats near the middle of the bus. A few other people were already on. Gareth jumped out and helped another girl with her suitcase and guided her onto the bus. The two girls sitting behind me erupted in squeals and giggled. Obviously they aren't first timers here. I turned around and all I saw was orange tans and overly bleached blonde hair. I hope not everyone is like that. I looked down at my wet summer dress and cowboy boots and sighed. Maybe I should have done some research into British fashion. We sat around for another fifteen minutes or so before we were off.

We were driving for what felt like hours. Finally the weather lightened up and in the distance I could see ­the amusement park. As we drove closer to Thrill-Ville I could see the roller coasters building in the distance. Excitement built up inside me. We pulled off the highway, or as Gareth described it, the motorway. We travelled along the coast. It was the first time I saw the ocean, my nose was pressed against the glass as we drove by. I even took out my camera and took a picture. I'm such a tourist. We pulled into the grand entrance of Thrill-Ville. I looked around and saw a few of the other workers looking around as much as I was. We drove right past the main walk-in entrance and continued driving for another 10 minutes before we hit the employee housing. We all pilled out of the bus. Gareth gathered us all together. "Right lads and loves, you'll grab your suitcase then walk on in to the two lovely ladies at the reception desk. Tell them your name and where you're from. You'll get a nifty name tag like mine" he held out his name tag proudly "And you'll get your room number"  I was last to grab my suitcase and joined the butt of the line. I pulled out my phone and sent a quick text to my mum and Zayn explaining that I landed safely and I'm just waiting to get my room.

"Next please" I looked up and saw that it was me. I scurried over to the desk and smiled.

"Hi I'm Cait from Ontario, Canada" The receptionist, Marge, Stratford, typed it into the computer. She passed me my name badge and my room key.

"You are in room 307" She smiled "Take the elevators on your left"

"Thank you!" I smiled like a mad hatter, picking up my name badge and my room key. I wonder what my roommate would be like. In university I have my own little shoe box apartment. Zayn and I met in our building. I felt a little homesick thinking about Zayn. I checked my phone, still no reply. I assume it's just the time difference. I'm sure I'll get a text in the morning. I got off at the third floor and started making my way to room 306. All the doors had two small carousel horses on it with a name on each one. I came to mine

Cait George, Canada

Joor, Doncaster

Canada? No specifications? Ontario alone is practically ten times the size of England. I rolled my eyes and nervously knocked. No reply. I wondered if my roommate had arrived yet. I opened the door and my jaw hit the floor. I don't know if I'm living with a person or with a tornado. Joor's clothes are all over the place. She has claimed both beds with suitcases, her desk is filled with appliances, such as a kettle, a microwave, and a mini grill, and she has odd shoes littering the floor. I cautiously step around the mess and put my suitcase on a bed with the least amount of stuff on. I pick it up and place it on the opposite bed. I hope my roommate isn't a slob... Worry stricken my mind as I open my suitcase. The phone begins to ring. "H..Hello?" I stutter, unsure of who would be calling me

"Hey is Joor there?" A male voice yelled over the loud music in the back ground.

"No she's not, I can take a message though" I looked around the place for a piece of paper to take a note down with. I grab a notebook that she had out on her bed and ripped a page out and grabbed the hotel pen

"Yeah that would be great" He replied as I swallowed

"Ok what would you like to tell her?"

"Just say that Liam called. Add a few x's and o's after it ok?" I rolled my eyes

"Sure. Bye"

"Bye" He hung up. I was not writing x's and o's under the message. I folded it and wrote Joor's name on it and slipped it slightly under the phone. I turned back to my suitcase and finished unzipping it only to have the phone ring again.

"Hello?" I picked it up

"Well hey there" A different male voice came over the line this time "You're not Joor" Wow Joor must be popular

"Great surveillance Einstein" I rolled my eyes, the jet lag was catching up with me

"Are you American?" His voice mimicked an American accent

"Canadian. Now how can I help you?" I asked, starting to feel like Joor's new receptionist, and I haven't even met the girl yet.

"Busy are we?" He teased

"Very." I heard him laugh on the other side

"Your accent is really sexy" I felt my cheeks blush

 "Are you going to leave a message or not? If not I'm just going to hang up" I snapped.

"Whoa moody. Tell Joor that Louis called and I've got everything covered" I scribbled down that Louis called. Two boys calling for Joor within minutes. I wonder if they knew about each other

"Ok bye" With that I slammed the phone down. I put a hand against my cheek, trying to hide the slight blush Louis gave me. A pang of guilt rang through me thinking of Zayn. The whole flight I was angry at him for this horrible good bye. Now I'm imagining myself back home and him here, and how I would be angry and peeved off that he's blushing at a female caller. I quickly put my clothes away in the dress and hung up in the closet. I walked into our tiny bathroom and saw that Joor hadn't invaded there quite yet. I put my person hygiene purse on the counter and left to go lie down. As soon as I shut my eyes the door flew open

"Oh my god! You're here!" A loud squeal followed, sending my ten feet in the air terrified "Hi I'm Joor!" A bubbly girl half yelled at me, sitting down at the foot of my bed. "I've never met anyone from Canada before" She grinned at me like I was zoo animal

"Hi I'm Cait" I held out my hand and she shook it enthusiastically

 "I've touched a Canadian" she squealed. "Oh what's this?" She saw the note tucked under the phone

"You had a few phone calls while you were out" I looked at the door and saw more bags of clothing. How long did she think she was staying?

"Did Liam not leave any kisses or hugs?" She looked slightly upset. I just shook my head. "That's weird, he is usually all cutesy like that" She looked around at the apartment "I'm so sorry. I swear I'm not a slob. I forgot a suitcase at home so I had to buy all new stuff" She whizzed around and started picking up the mess on the floor. "Have you eaten yet?" I shook my head

"I actually just got off an eight hour flight. I'd rather sleep, especially seeming as we have the 8am tour" she groaned

"I hate early mornings" I nodded in agreement "Look! We have something in common" she started grinning again "I have something in common with a Canadian!" She squealed. I hope she isn't this peppy all the time. "Is it true that you live in igloos and have pet polar bears?" I didn't know what to say

"Yeah my polar bear is actually parked in the parking lot if you want to have a ride" I pointed out the window.

"Not funny" she pouted "How much snow do you get?" she sat across from me, fascinated by my heritage

"One year we got five feet of snow" She looked confused

"How many meters is that?" This time I looked confused

"It's a little shorter than I am standing up" She nodded, taking in the information. "Can we save the quiz show for tomorrow? I'm exhausted and I don't want to come across and cranky" Joor nodded

"Of course baby, don't you worry about a thing" She turned on her bed side lamp and turned off the main light, leaving me in dim lighting.