The Antics of 8A

Part 12 - Change of Plans

For the next week, the 26 roamed the city with a pretty much care free vibe. There was no one there to tell them where to go or what to do, when to sleep and when to rise. They hiked through the streets every morning, testing the local restaurants and food for each meal. After lunch, they would then go in search of something to do for the rest of the afternoon before reluctantly heading back to the uninhabited motel, which they had named 'The Bat Cave' because Batman was cool.

So far, they had spent their precious avos at the beach, at a trampoline centre that closely resembled 'Bounce' and even just at a massive park: climbing trees and relaxing in the shade. They had taken so many photos of everything, frequently posting the good ones on social media. It was going pretty well at the moment, they all thought.

Now, the class were seated around a bunch of café tables that had been pushed together to cater for all 26 of them. They had only recently finished four over-sized pizzas as well as six jugs of raspberry soft drink and were conversing about their next activity of entertainment for the day. Just yesterday, they had ridden beside the cars in Rio on segways, using their speed to see and document the many aesthetic aspects of the exotic city. It had been such a successful day, but now they couldn't think of anything to top it.

Johanna was currently scrolling through Google on her six. "How 'bout we all learn salsa dancing at-" she brought her phone closer to her eyes so she could decipher the small text on the screen. "Big Mama's Dancing Centre?" She looked up to see if there were any takers, but no one seemed interested in jumping around in tight shoes after spending yesterday comfortably scooting up hills.

"Ok, so that's obviously not it," she mumbled, dropping her eyes back down to the bright screen.

Joel slumped down in his seat, a look of complete boredom on his face. "I'm sick of this place now. I mean, I think we've spent enough time here." His eyes lit up at a grand idea. The rest of the group stared back at him curiously.

"So what your suggesting is that we leave Rio and head off?" William questioned from the opposite end off the table, one eyebrow raised, immediately guessing what was on Joel's mind before he had a chance to speak. "Can I ask how?"

Joel's once excited expression left immediately after hearing William's logical comment, returning to being utterly uninterested in the whole conversation altogether. They all want silent again, empty of thoughts on what to do. What Joel said was right, they were pretty much done with Rio and had nothing else to do.

Then Natalie's head popped up along with her posture as bright idea appeared in her head. "Why don't we catch a bus or train? There's bound to be one somewhere. We could ride it out somewhere else, maybe head to Central America and slowly work our way up."

Natalie's words were absolute genius. Suddenly, they all began to chat on top of each other, letting there minds wonder over all the places they could go and all the things they could do.

"Oi! Guys! Shut up for a minute," Rachel yelled out over the calamity at the tables. "Let's listen to people, k?" Everyone nodded their head in agreement.

"Ok, first things first-"

"I'm the realist!" Sienna sing songed, then added a quiet "sorry" when her eyes met with Rachel's glaring ones.

"As I was saying," she began again, "we have a lot of money in our bank accounts from our parents and they still think we are safe over here with Mr. Freeman. We all have our passports, so we could easily head over the border if we need to."

"True."

"Seems legit."

Rachel who owned a look of satisfaction, smiled at everyone surrounding the table. Then a thought hit her. "Ok guys, I just remembered something. We have a ton of luggage back at the Batcave. I don't think we will be able to haul it all over America."