The famous accident- a bastille fanfic

Chapter 1: What happened before

In the car
"Are we nearly there?" asks my little brother for the eleventh time this hour. And again, the only response he get are the curses of my parents.

"I said right, not left!"

"But I CAN'T go right here, you idiot!"

Actually I'd rather have my parents divorced than this...

James (my little brother) don't know what to do, so keeps singing "We are nearly there"

It seems these holidays are going to be horrible...

But FINALLY the campsite is in sight. We're FINALLY in Barcelona!

The campsite
We're going to the reception. It's really busy: there are two other families and a group boys who must be friends. All of them seem to be very angry. They are all shouting to the receptionist. We are going to another receptionist: "Buenas Tardes, we've booked a four-person chalet" my dad starts. Behind us a woman says "oh, join the club! They had a fire yesterday, and our chalets burnt down! Now we all have to sleep in the camp building!" One moment there's nothing but silence, but then everybody shout again, and my parents join. Suddenly someone shouts "Stop!" Everybody is silent again. I look around: who said that? When he talks further I discover it's one of the guys, you know, that group of friends. "Those people can't do anything about it; they didn't cause the fire! So we can do two things: we can keep shouting, which won't help and will only make us loosing our voices, or we can accept the situation as it is. I vote for the last option. Anyone else?" I immediately raise my hand. He gives me an appreciative sign, which he does only with me, not with the pregnant woman, nor with the Einstein look-a-like. WHY?