In The End

Chapter 3

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The plane hurtles down to the ground I groan and rub my eyes. Dad smiles at me and goes back to his book. Mum is nodded off in the middle of her JoJo Moyes book. I stretch and spy a foreign looking airport. Great. We're here. Everyone gets up when the plane finally stops and I follow the crowd through to the airport arrivals. I collect my bag and Mum, Dad and I walk outside and hail a taxi to the hotel we're staying at. Just because I'm turning 19 they paid for two rooms at a really expensive hotel. Or so they say. I climb in the back with Mum and Dad's in the front with the driver. Mum tuts at me. 'Don't look so glum Carmela. You're in France!. On the way to a fabulous hotel in one of the most romantic cities in the world!. Cheer up!' She urges and I roll my eyes and go into a deeper huff. Yes Mother all of that is true but I never asked for all of this. My ideal birthday would be waking up to pancakes and whipped cream in bed, playing The Sims 4 on my laptop all morning. Then having a long bubble bath in scented bubble bath and rose petals. Having dinner of Chinese food and pizza (Yes AND pizza, I can eat a lot when I want to) then watching PLL on my TV all evening, having supper of toasted crumpets and hot sweet tea then collapsing and falling asleep in bed. That sounds like the perfect birthday. Unfortunately though, one of Mum's pals from her running club told her that she brought her daughter to Florida and she loved it. So then Mum got stuck on this idea. Arghhh so annoying. Suddenly the taxi lurches to a halt and we all pile out and stand open mouthed at the hotel. It's called The Diamond and is painted baby blue with white windows and white drapes. It looks dead posh. We walk inside and are greeted by all sorts of staff. Fighting our way to the till, Mum tells them our surname and they give Mum and Dad one key and me another. 'Have.. how you say nice stay' The man says and Mum beams at him. We take the elevator up 2 floors and arrive in a long corridor painted green and cream with honey coloured wooden floorboards. We find our rooms and I use the little key card to get into my room. Holy Crap. The room is so big. A huge double bed, a TV and a small fridge can be seen from the doorway. I have my own en suite. I even have a wardrobe that can be opened with a remote!. I kick off my shoes and bounce on the bed. I get a clear view out the window and get a clear view of the beach next to the hotel. Families stick here and there in little clumps, kids happily jumping in the salty waves of the sea and seagulls flock overhead, screaming hungrily and scanning the shore for scraps of food. Especially round the chip shops up a little from the beach. Maybe this holiday is looking up a little. I think I'm gonna like it here.

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