After Leah swiped the card, it made an electronic beeping sound. I ushered her inside and followed her inside the room. We threw out suitcases to the side.
Leah sat on the edge of the bed."God, that was almost fourteen hours of traveling."
"To be fair, we slept for the whole 11-hour plane ride."
One of the first things I did was set a timer for 6 am. Despite knowing we had to meet at seven, I definitely did not want to be late, especially after seeing Ms. Wilson's angry outburst to Leighton.
I fell into bed a short time later, my mind fading out to the sound of Leah's voice rambling about how excited she was to go to our very first destination of the trip.
As soon as I heard the high-pitch sound coming from my phone, I woke up briefly, feeling disoriented. I blearily raised my head, my eyes checking the time. 6:00 am. I called Leah and told her to wake up, but all I received was a silent groan as she turned around with her back facing me. She snuggled into her pillow before falling back asleep.
The morning was colder than I thought, but there was still some sunlight shining through the window. There were sounds of birds tweeting, which made me feel somewhat more alive. I took in a deep breath, feeling the fresh air inside my body.
We met with Ms. Wilson in the lobby at 7 am, and she told us to get breakfast before we headed out. Just as I opened the door, a group of cheerleaders bypassed me and walked through the door, pushing me aside.
I glanced at the group of blondes, then back at Leah. She rolled her eyes, then stuck out the middle finger as the girls walked away. I was way too tired to say anything, so I chose to ignore it.
What a marvelous start to our morning.
My eyes glanced at my phone to read the time. It was only 7:30 in the morning, and I was already feeling the urge to crawl back to my bed and sleep. The moment we stepped into the restaurant, the pleasant smell of coffee took over my nose.
Coffee is good. I am definitely going to need coffee if I want to survive the day.
I walked over to the drinks section and placed a cup underneath the machine. There was a selection of things ranging from cream, sugar, regular milk, and soy milk. I opted for the classic Americano.
My eyes darted towards Leighton as she let out a loud giggle. She was standing next to Ethan, her face tilted upwards because of his height. She covered her mouth with her hands, laughing as if he'd told the world's funniest joke.
Ethan took his hands out of his pocket and folded his arms. His lips were pursed into a straight line as Leighton kept laughing. "It wasn't meant to be funny."
You could tell that she was embarrassed by the color of her cheeks that were flushing a shade of dark red.
I looked to the floor to hide my amused smile. Her flirty act would've worked on any other male specimen, but not Ethan. I'm too busy replaying the scene that I pay no attention to Ethan, who was making his way to where I was. He comes over to the coffee table and notices my expression. "What's so funny?"
I joked. "I don't know, why don't you ask Leighton?"
He groaned, "Please don't."
I couldn't help but smile. "What did you say that was so funny?"
"It wasn't even meant to be a joke," he said, "I just said Donald Trump said climate change is a hoax."
"Yet he's the one who is boasting about fighting it."
"Exactly!"
Ethan looked at me, grinning sheepishly as he took his mug of coffee. "I see you keep up with the news."
"My dad likes to watch them every morning."
Ms. Wilson cuts off our conversation by telling all of us to finish up and come to the lobby. As we walked there, two guides were standing in front of us. Both had an olive complexion and dark hair. They were holding a tiny Italy flag and flapping it around.
"I'm Alessandro." The man on the left said. He held up his name tag for us to see.
"My name is Luca." The other one did the exact thing and waved at us.
We all split up into our travel groups, and I hugged Leah as she went Luca. They left the lobby while our group stayed.
"Does anyone know the Colosseum?" Alessandro asked.
A few students raised their arms.
"Great, that's where we'll be going first. Let's get on the bus."
Once we all got seated on the bus, Alessandro held a microphone and introduced us to the famous destination.
"The Colosseum is one of Rome's most remarkable monuments with over 2,000 years of history."
Some students were deeply engaged as our tour guide shared more exciting facts about Rome and the Colosseum. The rest were scrolling on their phones or talking amongst themselves.
The sight soothed me as I studied the oval concrete and stone building in front of me. Perched on the edge of the street was the famous construction that had been in situ for thousands of years. There was something magical about it. Maybe it was the fact that real-life gladiators fought in this arena once.
We follow Alessandro as he takes us towards the Colosseum. It was very, very crowded. I felt a bit overwhelmed by the number of tourists gathered around the ancient site, mostly taking pictures and chatting. To add on, the humidity was flustering. It was eighty-six degrees already and not even noon yet. Today was going to be a hot day.
I wiped the sweat that was dropping off my forehead with the back of my arm and mentally thanked myself for wearing something light and airy.
Amidst the large crowds of buzzing tourists, Alessandro tried to talk through the tourists as he showed us around. We stood in front of the outer walls of the Colosseum.
"The wall is 186 meters long and 156 meters wide. It's built with travertine marble and is held together with iron."
"Why is half of the building missing?"
"Good question!" he says, "it was damaged by several earthquakes and collapsed in 1349."
Despite the damages, you could still clearly see the construction of the building. There were many exposed layers of pilasters and arches if you pay attention to the undestroyed parts. On each side of the building were four main entrances.
We went inside to the arena floor where all the action was taken. There were rows and rows of seats, each row assigned to a different ranking level. Alessandro said the best view would be reserved for the Emperors and Vestal Virgins in the box on the north and south ends.
I looked over to see the boxes, the carved names of the senators still readable on the stone.
"The high-class families would sit in the second course, and the generals and public sat on the third and fourth levels."
I could vividly imagine what took place in this very area, the high adrenaline and roar of the crowd as they fought each other. I was currently standing in an area once filled with over 50,000 spectators.
Ethan was the one to break me out of my thoughts. "Are you coming?"
Looking over, the group was a few meters away and heading to another section. I nodded and followed him as we walked to the Hypogeum.
"This was where the wild animals were stored. It was built with wood and covered with hardened sand."
You could clearly see the vast two-story underground tunnels that connected to one another. Though it has suffered some damage, the structure still held strong. It was truly amazing to be able to witness a part of history.
Ethan stood still and listened to Alessandro talk. He told us many stories about the Colosseum through his thick Italian accent. I noticed that sometimes he would use Italian words to fill in the sentences if he didn't know it in English. To my surprise, I managed to understand it fine.
It's fascinating how human minds can understand sentences as a whole despite having missing words.
It has been over three hours since we arrived, which honestly felt like three minutes, but it was finally lunchtime. I didn't notice that I was hungry until Ms. Wilson brought up the idea of lunch.
As we walked out of the building, I pulled my phone out to take a picture. It was my first time at the Colosseum, but definitely won't be my last.
Maya's P.O.VAlessandro leads us across the road and into a narrow lane. About a hundred meters in, he stops in front of an Italian restaurant called Mama Leones.The building was a shade of brick red with a few cracks on the wall. Must've been an old place. The place was wide and open, not crowded tourists or anything. On the other end of the restaurant, there was a small garden. It was beautiful. Clusters of daisies were peeping through both sides of the fence, and the sun was shining through the trees. There was a welcoming of scents in the air as we walked inside.I stood and gazed at the building before me in awe. It radiated a warm feeling that made it seem like you were eating at home.The room was split into two big tables of eight chairs. Everyone moved steadily around the room and took their seats while I stayed standing and hesitating. Unlike the rest, I didn't have any friends here while everyone had their individual groups.I decided to wait for all the seats to be taken
To say I didn't think much about what Ethan said was a lie because I thought long and hard about it. No matter how hard I tried not to, I just couldn't. I was definitely becoming crazy. Replaying and evaluating his every move and searching for small signals.After we finished lunch, we went back to the hotel for some free time. Once again, I sat alone on the bus. But this time, every time I was caught staring at the buildings that we passed, Ethan would occasionally give me friendly grins as our eyes met.Leighton hesitated at first but decided to sit next to Ethan, even after his sudden outburst. She apologized with a pout, and he said it was okay — it wasn't — but I wasn't going to say that out loud. I mentally curse at Ethan for being way too kind and forgiving her way too quickly.I was currently sitting alone in the lobby, waiting for Leah to come back. The bright light in the room acted as the perfect reading light as I tried to escape the loneliness by burying myself in Gone wi
Maya's P.O.V"Does everyone know which role they're playing?" Gabe asked.He was also part of the football team, playing as the left tackle. His job was to protect the quarterback's blindside, which was Ethan, to prevent him from getting tackled. Being almost 6'5" tall, everyone referred to him as the mountain.His hair was an unusual mix between a light brown and dirty blonde, slightly ruffled, but he didn't look like he cared. Gabe was reasonably quiet compared to the rest of the team, always did his own thing and minded his own business. He was one of the bearable ones."We can't win if our team is unsynchronized. Everyone needs to know precisely what they're doing." He repeats.The team nods as he goes over the roles of each person again, probably for the fifth time now. Once he's done, he huddles us close together for a final pep talk before the real thing begins."The New England Patriots wouldn't have been able to win so many games if their team didn't know what they were doing
Maya's P.O.VIt was currently two in the morning, and I was standing by the balcony, watching the glint of starlight and the radiating moonlight. Nobody was here to accompany me, not even the wind. The streets were quiet and empty, and not a single person was outside. Damn, this is what loneliness must feel like.here were a lot of things I enjoyed doing alone, such as reading, listening to music, or going to the park. But despite my introversion, this very moment made me realize that although I liked being alone, I don't fancy being lonely.The only sounds that filled my eyes were the sound of chirping crickets. It was like they were mocking me because even they had someone to accompany them. Leah was fast asleep after spending hours comforting me. I found it quite amazing that I didn't even have to tell her that something bad happened. Just with one look at my face, she could automatically tell that something was off.I was too busy crying to remember what she said to me accurately,
Maya's P.O.VOnce our curfew was up, Ms. Wilson came by all of our rooms to check on us before wishing us goodnight. We both pretended to lie in our beds with our pajamas, telling her to turn off the light to make it seem like we were going to sleep.As the door shuts, my eyes go wide open as Leah hops off her bed.I had spent hours going over in my mind about my outfit choices, wondering if the night of freedom was worth the risk of being caught. As the goody-two-shoes I am, breaking the rules was a big no-no for me.I knew people judged me for being the way I am, but it was nothing new. It bugged me at first, but Leah would tell me to ignore any opinions that didn't come from someone who cares about you. At this point, I've gotten used to the constant criticism and was now letting it roll off my shoulder. Not like I needed that negativity in my life anyways. As they say, misery loves company.Digging through my suitcase to find something appropriate to wear, I mentally cursed at mys
Maya's P.O.VInstead of deciding to go back to the hotel, I stayed and waited for Leah as she prances around the dance floor, arm-in-arm with Connor. They looked like they were having the time of their lives.Meanwhile, I've decided to kill as many hours as I can by sitting at the bar alone and drowning myself in drinks. It's kind of funny that although I'm sitting in this crowded nightclub, it hits me that I still feel immensely alone.I guess that's what you get for being insecure. I've always lived in fear of judgment, avoided meeting new people, and never thought that I was good enough for anyone, even my best friend. I've never done anything exciting, stuck by the rules, and always did what I was told.Leah, one the other hand, learned how to not give a fuck since forever. She got along with everyone, and her confidence radiated through everything she did.Maybe if I were a little more like Leah, I'd be easier to handle, and I'd be a better company.I grab the drink in my hand, s
Maya's P.O.VBeing my second night in a row that I'm unable to sleep, I'm surprised I even had the energy to stay up after tonight's hectic event. By the time we stepped foot into our room, Leah immediately jumped onto the bed and passed out. Meanwhile, I'm sitting on the couch and having a quarter-life crisis about a boy that I barely even knew. What the fuck was wrong with me?It was almost three in the morning when we got back, which meant I had no more than three hours of sleep before we had to get up for breakfast. There was no point in sleeping, especially when I had the urge to throw up every fifteen minutes.I go to the toilet to check myself in the mirror. Unlike how I looked like when I left the place, my hair was bundled up on one side of my head, and mascara was streaking down my face.I decided to take a shower to wash off the nasty scent of alcohol and people, which I thought would be the first step in solving my problems. After a good fifteen minutes of drowning myself
Maya's P.O.VIf anyone told me I would be waking up to the thought of Ethan Morrison, I wouldn't be as surprised as that happened way too often. But waking up knowing that I was somewhat dating Ethan Morrison?Never in my wildest dreams did I think that would ever happen. If you asked me before this trip, I would tell you that there was a higher chance of Earth getting invaded by zombies than Ethan liking me.Since it was the last day, Ms. Wilson decided to give us free time to explore the the places that we wanted. We all got some rest before changing our clothes. Leah wore a cute t-shirt dress that was incredibly soft. We planned to meet up an hour later to hang out and explore Rome before we head off to Paris tomorrow.After a quick shower, I wore my standard summer wardrobe that consisted of a light and breezy summer dress and a pair of flats. I retrieved all the things I needed for our afternoon exploration session."You look cute," Leah complimented."Thank you," I smiled, "so d