chapter 3

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Chapter 3 :

Samantha's pov :

after we unpacked the bags, i checked my phone. no one of course. i had no wifi. smart. although sarah could've texted me how everything was going. she didn't. well... not that i texted her how everything was going.  but still...i threw the phone back on the night cabinet,  then plumped down on my bed.

when i was finally stting comfotably, my stomach started to make that grumbling noise when you know you have to eat. i   then  noticed how hungry i actually was.

well,better get up and eat! ugh, but i just sat down! yeah but i'm hungry! but i'm too lazy to get up! sigh.. first world problems...

 i finally managed to get up and i walked over to the living room.

' im hungry!' i wined at my dad who was, big surprise, reading.

my dad looked up from his book. 'we are eating in a minute. you can set the table if you want to.'

sighing, i walked over to the kitchen closets and looked up where all the plates and cuttery were. takes longer than you'd think...

when i finally found everything  after  a couple of minutes, i put everything down on the table. my stomach was grumbling again.

 'can we eat now?' i put my hands on my hips to make a statement.

he got off his chair , laughing. he put down his book and his glasses. 'i'm hungry too, you know. but, we're gonna have to wait for zoe to get back. what?' i frowned. 'then where is she? she's searching around the camping. you know how your mother is. she wants to find out everything before she  can actually relax and start living '.

i scoffed. yeah, true dat.sighing, i put on my flip flops. 'i'll go look for her then .

' fine', my dad smirked whilst sitting down back on his chair  again.'don't get lost.' he warned after me.i looked at him with a raised eyebrow. 'how old am i, five?

'you never know. just take your phone with you.' i was about to open my mouth, but  he already had his finger pointing at me, stopping me from going any further. ' just so i can call you when your mother gets back. who knows ,maybe she's here in five minutes and you're still searching around the whole place.'

i thought for a moment. he's got a point there.' ugh, fine,' i sighed while going all the way back to my room to get my phone. it's a long way when you're hungy.  when i was about to open the front door ,  my dad said with an annoying allknowing voice :' you know i'm right, and my plan  is a lot more thoughtfull and handier than you just wanting to go out there.'

i stuck my tongue out at him, and opened the door. 'don't get sunburn, it's very hot outside!' he yelled after me, but i shut the door, pretending not to have heard him.

with my hands in my pockets and my eyes going in search mode, i walked quickly through the small garden.

i still couldn't believe the beauty of the caravan in front of us. it's so pretty, i whispered hopelessly to myself. just as the owner... i smiled to myself.

i walked out of the front garden and decided to go to the  right. when i was walking , my mind decided to go all inspirational and quote-like.

this was a perfect time, actually. the sun is shining, i could finally wear my pink flip flops, rouffled hotpants and black tank top all at once. we were about to stay here for 2 months and for what i saw, i quite liked this place. and of course , let's not forget the most important, there's a fucking hot boy living across me. my smile became bigger. i should enjoy this moment.  and i did. i sniffed the smell of fresh mowed grass, i heard the birds whistle, plus the click cklacking of my flip flops, wich i also love to hear for some reason. maybe because it reminds me of summer. man, i love summer. and i missed it, a lot. 

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