The Vacation

Chapter 1; Packing

"It's finally summer!!" I scream while walking through my front door. Usually i'm not that excited fr summer, its usually the same thing every single day; get up around 12 because I stayed up so late the past night watching "The Vampire Diaries", then i eat everything in the fridge, go swimming in my pool, and watch TV . It get's really boring after a few years..but this year was going to be very different. "hi honey, how was your last day of school?"my mom shouts back from the kitchen. This summer our family, which includes my mom, Margret, my dad, John, and I going to the Bahamas. Being an only child gets really boring after awhile and frankly i would love a little brother or sister. By the way, my name is Vanessa Walker, and i'm 16 years old. I'm 5'6 with dark, long, wavy hair and have soft brown eyes, or as other people like to say, "poop". I have a lot of friends but only one real best friend, her name is Claire Smith. Claire is the type of girl a guy likes once he sees her, but i'm the opposite; guys like me once they get to know me, which believe me, gets old. I was decently rich, had a two story house and owned a lot of land, my parents treated me well. Claire spent most of her days at my house because she hated her parents, why? they treated her like shit. When she was home all she would do it get her dad a beer every 15 minutes and clean the house, they treated her like a dog. Claire has been my best friend since kindergarten, she was about 5'7 with long blonde hair, and has the bluest eyes. I'm surprised her parents even let her go to the Bahamas with us, they hated us more then Claire hated them, why? we have no idea.  Claire walked in the door about 115 minutes after I did screaming "who's ready to party?!". She heard me excitedly squealing from upstairs so she ran up, a suitcase in one hand, her passport in the other. Claire didn't have a lot of money so we agreed that she would just bring my clothes with her for the vacation. I didn't mind, after all she was my best friend. She had taken one of her moms old suitcases and I used my old one from a few years ago. My closet was pretty big so it was hard to decide what to bring. We mostly ended up bringing t-shirts, shorts, dresses, sandals, and hats. It's going to be so hot. "If we want to catch our plane we need to leave in the next hour!" mom shouted up the stairs to us both, we looked at each other and smiled with excitement. We took a taxi to the airport and waited there for about 2 hours when we finally boarded the plane. I was wearing army green shorts with a white v-neck and some Egyptian shorts while my hair naturally fell back wavy.  Claire was in high wasted denim shorts, sandals, and a striped shirt with a hat. The plane ride was 6 hours and 45 minutes from Miami, which is where we live by the way. Before we headed off the captain made an announcement over the speakers, "i'm glad to announce that we have 5 very special guests with us on the plane this evening" (it was already 7 pm) "who could it be?" voiced quietly among the airplane, "It's the very popular teen band, One Direction!", immediately people started to scream and get so excited. Claire and I immediately looked at each other and squealed, but there was no chance w would get to meet them, were flying first class while they're probably flying business so after about 5 minutes people all over this side of the lane started to realize this and calmed down. Almost everyone was asleep, since it was our bedtime anyways so i decided to drift off for awhile. I woke up to an elbow in the arm, "ouch" I said while sitting up really fast, "oh my god, i'm so sorry love". I instantly heard a gorgeous British accent and looked up to see Louis Tomilson!!!