I am SOOOOOO sorry! This chapter is a little late and short but I've been really busy these days. Hope you enjoy it!
Chapter 4
Milkshakes
“Rice, fries, pasta, pizza, the choices are endless! Come one Kay! Choose! Or I'll choose for you!” Lucy yelled across the dining hall.
“Hold on Lucy!”
Lucy and I were the first ones in the dining room, and I was astonished by how many choices there were. They even had a dessert bar... a dessert bar!
“I'll take a a milkshake and a bowl of pasta.” I said while staring at the food.
“The pasta's over there,” She said as she pointed to her left, “and the milkshakes are over there, on the other side.”
“OK, thanks.”
By then I was practically drooling. I never eat plane food. It's not even edible, it doesn't even look edible, well at least that's what I think. I grabbed a large serving of pasta and a chocolate milkshake.
“Are you sure you can eat all of that Kay?”
“Positive, I have a big sto- WOAH!” I gasped as I looked to her plate.
“What?” Lucy seamed a bit confused.
“That's all you're having? Just a sandwich and some apple juice?”
“Well I'm an idol so yeah, this is all I can eat.”
“Idol? Wow! I never knew!”
“Don't worry, I'm new, I haven't debuted yet, so it's pretty normal that you don't know who I am.”
“When did you start?” I took a big fork full of pasta and stuffed it in my mouth.
“Oh, you know, just this summer.”
Summer...
“Well,” I took another bite, “Good luck!”
“Thanks.”
Then, three people, two boys and a girl, walked in. I recognized two of them right away.
“Kole?” I said.
“Kayna! You're a Dragon too?” He replied.
“Apparently.” I shruged.
“Woah, Woah, hold your horses! You two know each other already?” Lucy looked form Kole to me, and them back to Kole.
“We met on the plane.” We said simultaneously.
“Ugh! Now there are two trouble makers.”
I recognized that irritating voice right away.
“Oh shut up... Ray.” I wanted to stick my tongue out but that would seem childish.
“OK, I'm really confused right now, so you know Kole and Ray?” Lucy had completely stopped eating and was staring at us, hard.
“The principal,”
“Headmaster.” Rane corrected.
“Fine, whatever, the headmaster said that,”
