We Were Dreaming of a Better Life, But All We Got Was a Fantasy.

Hola, lovies.
Wow, I haven't been on here in about a month.
Sorry 'bout that.
Been busy and in Spain, you know?

Speaking of,
I got back yesterday and had such a great time.
But I also had a horrible time.
So much drama.
Let's start this started then:

So, second night in Spain around 8-10pm,
This girl Rachelle (17 years old) tells my teacher she's sick and is going to sleep for dinner,
So we check on her later in the night to see if she's hungry,
And we pull off her covers of her bed to see three pillows in the shape of a body.
(Meanwhile at the same time, her best friend Gloria is missing too.)
It turns out Rachelle and Gloria ran away from our hotel,
With four guys all over 25 to go drinking.
So they're out for two hours all over Costa Del Sol in Spain,
Doing God knows what with those boys.

My teacher, Mrs. Harvey sent 5 cops on them,
No sign of them for those two hours.
But thank God a little after the two hours,
There's Gloria and Rachelle outside our hotel talking to the guys.
My friends and I run outside on our balcony,
With a lot of other people on theirs,
Screaming for them to get their asses back in the hotel,
But they just smiled and told the guys that they'd be right back.

Mrs. Harvey flips a fucking shit and runs out to them,
Screaming at them to how worried everyone was and that she was definitely going home for this.
Rachelle starts crying,
And what was her excuse?
"I had my phone. You could have called me."
That's right.
You read that correctly.
She thought having her phone in a foreign country would suffice as a proper excuse.
What the fucking hell.

Anyway, so.
Rachelle was getting sent home along with Gloria the next day since they came back around 12-1pm.
(Speaking of, if they went home, some adult would have to go with them since they're minors.)
(And that person would have been Mrs. Harvey's husband, Dennis.)

Next day comes,
We go do our touring stuff as usual,
And get to the Ghetto Hotel.

(Quick thing about the Ghetto Hotel:)
(It had quilts as ceilings, jizz on the wall, period blood on the toilet, and diarrhea in the tub.)
(Delish, yes?)

Ahem.
So we get there,
And around just before dinner time,
Mrs. Harvey calls everyone out in the lobby for an emergency meeting.
I had just gotten out of the shower mind you,
So I ran out of my room with shorts, a tank top and no shoes on to the lobby to see what was up.

Harvey tells us straight up that Rachelle was on the phone with her mom and said to her that some guys went out drinking on the first night.
(This was true, but they were back by curfew and only had a drink or two. No shitfaced or anything.)
(Anyway, you don't say that to a teacher, okay? They followed the basic rules, unlike her.)
So she asks us if that's true.
We said no, of course.
And then she tells us exactly what Rachelle said:
That 15 guys went out drinking on the first night.

First of all, we only had eight guys on the trip with us.
So Harvey saw through the lie right there, but still had to talk to us.
Then she says that Rachelle told her that 3 girls called her and said that the guys went drinking.
(Of course, she says all of this to get the girls in trouble too, to get us sent home as well.)
So we denied it,
Especially since no-one did call her.
And Harvey believed us.

So then we talked to Rachelle's mom about getting sent home still.
If she did go home with Gloria and Dennis (Harvey's Hubby) did come,
The moms would have to pay for his trip there and back to Spain, like they should.
Rachelle's mom said fine, money's no problem.

But then after the whole telling on the girls thing,
Harvey says that Rachelle said that she and her mom could sue Dennis for rape if he went back with them.
(A 40yr old man with two 17yr olds, mind you.)
And that she would sure Harvey and the rest of the chaperones for not taking care of us.
Which all of this caused more drama.

But in the end of this meeting,
Harvey didn't punish us and decided that Rachelle was still going home, and that they'd get the money next day.
And guess who had to room with Rachelle the night of this meeting?
Me and Christine.
Funny, right?

Once again,
Next day comes,
They try Rachelle's card to get the money,
And it's declined.
(Conveniently right after we talked to her mother about all of this.)
Interesting, yes?
So yeah.

Anyway,
Rachelle and Gloria both ended up staying.
It just totally pissed all of the group off, you know?

And also,
Remember how I said people did actually go drinking first night?
Some people did get drunk.
And they had sex.
It just adds to more drama.

In a nutshell of some other things:

Airport:
-I almost got frisked.
-My olive oil got taken away.
-They thought my sand in a bottle was drugs and my retainers were torture devices.
-Baggage Claim took a year and a half.
-I fucking hate Customs.

Plane There:
-I had a Panic Attack.
-Couldn't sleep.
-Food was okay.
-Didn't really know the people I was sitting next to.

Spain:
-Made new friends.
-Got followed by annoying ladies who wanted money.
-Bed surfed.
-Got ignored.
-Took pictures.
-Walked a lot.
-Saw Cats dying.
-Got hit on.
-Got pissed off at people.
-Thought someone was cute.
-Had more panic attacks.
-Got jealous.
-Felt ugly and fat.
-Had fun.
-Etc.

Plane Home:
-Found out a lot.
-Sat next to Ashling and Elise.
-Slept a bit.
-Liked the food.
-Couldn't wait to get home.

More shit happened, blahh, this post would be a novel if I went on about Spain.

Other than all that shit,
I had an awesome time,
And I would love to go back.
I missed everyone,
Especially Sam, Jackie, and Lizzy<3.
Better jet now. Peace.