The Hotel

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No one's POV:

Today is the first day of the holiday. A group of teenagers already have plans to spend their holiday. The teenagers are: Noah, Isaac, Micheal and his twin Michelle, and Rose.

They'll meet in Noah's house.

Micheal's POV:

"Are you done yet with your bags?" I asked my twin sister, Michelle, who's been busy with her bags.

"Just wait-- ugh..." She replied. Clearly, she's struggling with her own bags.

I rolled my eyes. "Didn't I tell you not to bring so many bags?" I asked with a little bit of annoyance in my voice.

"Ugh," she complains, "I just bought a copper and a shoulder-bag."

"And I only bought a bag."

"Because you're a boy! We have different things to bring." She said before she closes the car trunk. "C'mon, I'm done."

We both start walking toward Noah's door.

"Noah! We're here!" I yelled as I knocked on his door.

A tall good-looking teenager opens the door. His dark brown hair was kinda messy, but it looks good. His brown eyes wandered outside the door.
"That's all? No other things?" He asked.

"Yeah, we're ready," I answered.

He smiles as he opens the door wider. "Come in, the others are already waiting," he said letting us in.

Rose' POV:

I'm scrolling on my phone while waiting for the others. Not for a long time, someone pats my shoulder. I turned my head to that person, it was Issac.

"What are you doing?" He asked, his blue eyes looked at my phone.

"Just scrolling," I answered. "What's up?"

"Nothing, I'm just bored..." He huffed.

"Hey guys! The twins are here!" Yelled Noah from outside of his room.

I look at the door. Micheal opens it and says "hi." I can see Michelle with her bags, just the same as mine.

"Great! we are all here, we're ready to go." Issac stands up and picks up his bag. "C'mon, we don't want to get there late, right?"

"Yeah, sure." I replied as I took my bags.

(Time skip)

No one's POV:

They arrived at the hotel. They quickly get into the hotel since it suddenly starts raining.
Noah goes up to the counter to check out the room. After he's done, we go to the room on the third floor.
The room's number is 145. We get inside the room. It was a pretty and neat room. It has a TV, one couch, a table in front of the couch, two beds, and a telepone

"Aahh.... Finally... I'm tired..." Said Micheal as he lays down on one of the beds.

They put their bags. Noah walks to Micheal.
"We still need to share the place to sleep. Two people each bed, and one person on the couch."

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