Feya was surprised when, three hours later, Risakala woke her. Feya had no appointments today and was hoping to spend most of it lounging in bed with ...ari. Both of them looked up at Risa."I am sorry to disturb you, Your Highness." she said. "There is a messenger here to see you." Is it important?" Feya asked sharply. She was just a bit irritated at having her day off disturbed."I believe so, Your Highness." Risa said patiently. She knew that her Princess was not happy at the interruption of her. The car putters to a halt in the driveway. There are no other cars here yet, not that they will be far behind; "we" make it a point of pride to be here earlier than everyone else.Silently i get out of the car, i can hear my parents starting to talk but i ignore them. I close the door and walk to the boot of the car, clicking it open and taking out my suitcase. I walk to the door and tap my feet impatiently while i wait for my parents to open it, Dad fumbles for a few seconds before he gets it. .? On a? h?te de voir vos gros culs ! Ils s'assirent confortablement sur les nombreux matelas qui jonchaient le sol, seuls trois gars, l'appareil photo ? la main rodant autour d'elles. Comme elles ne faisaient pas mine d'obtemp?rer, Paul leva ? nouveau sa ceinture. - Non...? Non...? Plus ?a...... On se d?shabille pleurnich?rent-elles en enlevant leurs tee-shirts, seule Pascale portait un soutien gorge, Solange et Clothilde les seins barr?s de larges balafres rouge?tres, exhibaient. Maybe it’s the high school senior who always gets picked on because she has twice as many pimples as the rest of the student body combined. Maybe it’s a middle-aged man who works down in the sewers fixing pipes and wading through… well… you know. These people have a lot to complain about and you think to yourself, “wow, their life must really suck”.So why are they always so damn happy? Never without a grin, always giving an enthusiastic wave and a “how do ya do” no matter what time of the day.