"But mom," Mark exclaimed, exasperated, "What if I don't want to go to Datoyota?"
"Its Daytona," Marks mom corrected, "And you have to come! Its a family tradition!"
"What ever!" Mark groaned, "How come Trixie doesn't have to come? Shes part of this family!"
"Trixie has a volleyball tournament"
"You're making me miss three rugby games!"
"Thats different."
"No its not!"
Marks mom finally snapped.
"Listen here! You are coming, Trixie is not! End of discussion!" she screamed.
"Fine... I'll go pack..." Mark grumbled, storming down the stairs towards his room. He stomped through the doorway, rugby posters and bits of artwork fluttering in his wake. "I can't believe I'm being dragged on this stupid vacation AGAIN." He muttered as he threw a plethora of random clothing at a suitcase. "Every year its the same! I'm sick and tired of Datoyota!" He groaned, tossing a pair of shoes in the general direction of the suitcase. "What do they expect will be different? A selkie convention?" He scoffed, forcing the lid down until it clicked shut. "Three rugby games....... Three! She doesn't understand." He grumbled as he dragged his suitcase towards the awaiting car.
