Chapter 17

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I wake up and check my alarm clock. It's ten, so I still have a couple hours before I have to go. I grab something to eat and write until eleven. Then, I get ready and leave. I'm the first one there. Next is Val, then Sky, and finally Jay. You might be thinking, "Why is Jay with them?" Well, why not?

First, we go to get shirts and tank tops. I find a some really pretty tank tops. I find a blue with palm trees, a light green that says, "Free Spirit," and a white with a blue anchor. Sky finds a white one covered in flowers, and Val finds two. One white that says, "You Love Me, Real Or Not Real? Real." and a mint green one. I love the Real or Not Real one! I find Jay and he found a multi green one.

Next we look for shorts. We find some quite quickly Skylar, Val, and I find short jean shorts. Jay just finds khaki shorts with a lot of pockets. Why do guys always have shorts with so many pockets? Never mind.

Finally we look for shoes. Val and I find some super cute flip flops, Skylar finds cute sandals, and Jay doesn't need any shoes. After we pay, we go get lunch and talk so more about the trip. We finally decide to stay at the Bahamas all summer. After that, we all leave. I walk home with my bags. I don't have a ton of bags. Thank goodness.

I get home and put away my new clothes. I wish I had something else to do today. Oh! I got it! I can search for a good hotel to stay at. Actually, can you stay at a hotel all summer? If you could, how much would that cost? I call my mom again. "Hello?" I say.

"Hi, Sweetie," she says. "What's up?"

"I don't know where we're going to stay. Do you know if you can stay at a hotel all summer?"

"I would imagine so."

"Do you know how much that would cost?"

"A lot."

"Great."

"What?"

"I don't have a lot."

"Don't you know? Me and your father are paying for your whole trip."

"Oh. Well I should go look for some hotels."

"Bye."

"Bye."

I hang up and keep searching for hotels. Then I think. Why are my parents doing this for me? They usually don't do this nice of stuff for me. Unless. Oh no.

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