Actually, I'm Not Really Sure Yet

**Bree's POV**

"Flight 209 to Florida is now boarding."

I sighed and stood up from where I was sitting, grabbing my suitcase and rolling it over to the Jetway. I followed my little sister, Casey, who was happily skipping ahead, her little pink suitcase dragging behind. I couldn't help but smile a bit at her enthusiasm for this trip. I had finally decided to use the extra money I had been saving to take my sister to Disney World. She has been waiting fo rthis trip since I told her about it, which was three weeks ago.

As I boarded the plane, I kept hearing Casey saying, "We're gonna see all the Princesses, and then we'll see Nemo, and then we'll see Simba from The Lion King, aren't we, Bree?" She turned to me. "Yes, we will see them all. But you won't get to see them unless you go and sit down in your seat." She pouted at me before turning around and sitting in a seat.

I quickly followed her, putting my suitcase in the compartment above me and sitting down next to her. As the flight attendants went over the safety procedures, I busied myself in finding a comfortable position. After all, flying from London to Florida was going to take at least nine hours. As soon as I got comfortable, my last sight was of Casey, nose pressed against the window, before I fell asleep.

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"Wake up, Sissy, wake up! You're gonna miss Disney World! C'mon, we gotta see Mickey Mouse! And Dumbo! And Buzz Lightyear and The Mad Hatter and Peter Pan and Tinker Bell! Wake up!" I was being shook (very violently) by Casey, causing my eyes to slowly drift open, still heavy with sleep. I sat up, rubbing my eyes. "Are we already here?"

"Yes, Yes! You slept the whole time! You missed the lady in the funny outfit giving me juice and then carrying me back to my seat!" Casey said, bouncing in her plane seat. "What do you mean?" I asked, confusion clouding my features. "I was bored so I went over to talk to the other people going to Disney World, and then that lady gave me juice and told me to be a good girl, and then brought me back to my seat!" Casey explained happily, pointing to the nearby flight attendant. I mentally facepalmed myself for falling asleep and not keeping an eye on Casey, she was an enegetic 6-year-old.

I quickly gathered our small suitcases and led Casey over to the flight attendant. "Thank you for keeping an eye on her," I started, gesturing towards Casey, "She can be a handful sometimes." The middle aged woman just smiled at me. "It was really no problem. I've dealt with much, much worse. She was very good, at least after I told her not to run around anymore." I chuckled a bit, before turning to Casey, who was currently trying to pick lint off my sweatshirt. "Casey, what do you say to the nice lady?" I said. The little girl stopped what she was doing and looked at me. "Tell her that I say I'm sorry for running around. I was just asking people who they were gonna see in Disney World." She stated defensively, as I laughed. "Thank you." I said to the woman, before leading Casey away. "Not everyone is going to Disney World, Cay, Only us." I laughed. She looked at me for a second, before stopping. "Oh, so that's why they looked at me funny when I asked who they were going to see first." She then started giggling, singing, "We're special, We're special! We get to go see Mickey and they don't!"

When we were walking out of the Airport, I could notice the drastic weather change there was from here and London. It made me regret wearing a sweatshirt and sweatpants. I quickly called a taxi, and directed the driver towards the nearest hotel. When he started driving, Casey piped up.

"Mister, Mister! I think that your big car is broken!" She said, tapping his shoulder. He slowed down the slightest bit. "And why is that?" He said, worried. "The big wheel is on the wrong side!" She exclaimed, "It should be over here!" She pointed to the passenger seat, and I quickly realized that she was talking about the Driver's Side being Opposite than what it is in England. The Taxi Driver seemed to realize it too, as he laughed slightly and said, "That's what it's supposed to look like." Casey just shot me a horrified look. "Wait, Bree, So your car's broken?!" I couldn't help but burst into laughter. "No, our cars just look different at home than they do in America." I said in between laughs. She crossed her arms and let out a small "Hmph!" before slumping back in her seat, muttering something that sounded a lot like "I knew that."

After we got to the nearest hotel, I paid the driver and we got out. I walked into the hotel, dragging both of our suitcases, as Casey busied herself on "not touching anything." When I got up to the desk, a man walked out, who looked to be in his mid 40s. "I would like a room?" I said, the statement coming out more as a question. "ID Please." He stated bluntly. I shuffled to gte it out of my pocket, and when I did, he closely examined it, then stared at me through his glasses with wide eyes. His eyes then flicked quickly to Casey, then back to me. "You're 21?" He said, looking at me questioningly, while staring at Casey out of the corner of his eye. I quickly realized what he was testing at and blushed profusely. "She's my little sister," I explained quickly. He looked at me, apperently not buying it, and then sighed, handing me my room key. "Floor 10. Have a good day." He then quickly walked off, muttering something about "Kids these days." I was about to flip him off, but thought better of it, as Casey was standing next to me. I huffed and spinned on my heel, before walking towards the elavator. I'm not that immature.

Once we got up to the room, (A/N: Picture of the room on the side) I slammed my back on the bed, listening to Casey's constant pleads to go to Disney World.