The Secrets Of Salhara.

Chapter 2- The Journey.

"DEVON!!" I yelled in my brothers ear. 

"OUCH, YOU BRAT, DO YOU MIND?!" He screams back.  I thumped his arm and he thumped me back but twice as hard. 

"OUCH." I snarled turning away. 

"Serves you right, brat." He muttered shoving his hands in his pockets. 

"What are you two arguing about?" Dad snapped turning his head towards us. 

"HE DRUNK MY DRINK!" I yelled turning around and punching my brother again. 

"Shut up you two! People are looking at us!" Stacy moaned walking towards us holding a crying Hugo. 

Devon stared at her. "Where's mum?" He asked angrily. 

"Don't speak to me like that!" Stacy snapped back handing Hugo to dad. 

"What do I want with him?" Dad asked rather amazed and shocked like holding a baby was the hardest thing on earth. 

"ERGH. Too many questions." I said turning away and walking off draging my suitcase behind me. "Before any of you ask I'm going to find mum!" I shouted not even looking back, but you could hardly hear my voice above Hugo's endless yelling. Geesh I hated babies. They were so dumb and pointless, they always keep me up at night crying and all they do is puke everywhere!

    I figured mum would be at the coffee station getting her hourly does of caffeine. My eyes darted around for her, it wouldn't be hard to spot. A small plump lady staggering around on crutches with long pale blonde straw like hair about shoulder length and Harry Potter style glasses. 

   I saw her stumbling towards the loo with a cup of coffee in her hand. She was struggling to carry the cup with her crutches. I could just see her dropping it, so I ran over to her. 

"Mum, we don't have much time until the ferry leaves...." I said glancing at my watch. 1:32pm. The ferry left at 2:10pm knowing my family we would miss it. I can remember when we went on a family holiday to Spain once. We got to Spain fine and had a alright holiday, but we were a whole day late to get home. We turned up a day late. Haha. It extended our holiday for a extra 2 days, but after a while of waiting around in a airport we all got tried and homesick. 

    "Oh. Well hold this I'm going to do my hair." She said handing me her cup. What the heck. If there was one thing my mum was not it was trampish. I mean she had to do her hair? We had just over half hour to gather the family up and get on the ferry and she had to fix her hair. I mean, come on. She was on crutches and she wasn't the most skinniest most good looking person in the world. Why should what she looks like matter to her? Maybe that's where Stacy gets her veiness from... 

    I stood there holding the boiling hot cup of coffee. It was a lovely calm day outside, and here I was standing in a ferry port holding a cup of coffee. 

Mum stumbled out of the bathroom and took the coffee from my hands. She stared into my eyes. 

"Louise." She said sternly. "Look. I know moving so far away is a big thing for you, but maybe it's for the best. And yes, you'll miss your friends, but you know sometimes people just have to move on. And, and, and-" 

"I know mum. And it's fine." 

"But Louise what you don't realize is, we're not just moving abroad. We're moving to a island. Not where they have electricity and things. It's just a island in the middle of the ocean. It's a hot island, and people there don't live in proper house that us in England live in. They live in huts." Her face turned worried. 

"Have you told Stacy and Devon this?" I asked, the news pushing me into a world of dizziness. No electricity? Not normal houses? Where were we going? A sunny sort of Narnia? 

"No." She sighed. "You see, I really don't know what your father was thinking..." 

"Well." I said. "All I can say is he was thinking big at the time. Very big...." I don't know why I said that, it just came out rather randomly and unexpected. What the hell did I know? Nothing. 

     We walked back to the rest of my mentally hysteric family. Stacy and Devon were arguing about something and dad wad desperately trying to shut up the evil monster. 

I took a seat next a a elderly couple who were both flicking through magizines. The old woman I sat next to grunted as I sat down and I looked her up and down. She had bright pink hair and a long saggy face. Her face was plastered in make up. My guess was that she was trying to be young again, either that or she was failing at being a 70's icon. 

     "WHAT?!" Stacy screamed dropping her handbag. "Noo! I refuse to go!" everyones attention turned to my fretting sister. She snatched up her bag and started batting dad with it. 

"Hooligans..." The old woman I was sitting next to muttered to herself. 

"Tell me about it." I laughed getting up and walking towards my raging sister. By then about 3 sercurity gaurds were tackling her to the ground. Devon sunk to the corner as embrassed as anything, mum stood there staring in astonishment and dad just stood there hiding his face behind baby Hugo. 

"Oh dear..." Mum whispered to me. 

"Yes, oh bloody dear." I said turning around and walking slowly to a vending machine.