The Curse of Windsor Castle

Chapter Seven

Rose and Amy went back to the motel where they were staying to prepare for their next flight. By that time, Tamara had woken up and become her usual, annoying self. When Rose and Amy told Tamara what happened to them when she was asleep, she went ballistic.

"You guys could have been killed!" was all Tamara said during their heated argument.

"But we weren't," was Amy's logic.

After everything had blown over, the girls started packing.

"So where are we going again?" Amy asked while tossing her jumper into her suitcase.

"Italy," Tamara answered.

"Yes! The land of pizza!" Rose cheered. " All Germany had was that awful stew."

"Try to be open minded." Tamara hit her with a pillow. "The stew wasn't that bad."

"That's because you didn't eat it," Amy said as she pretended to gag.

The three girls caught a taxi to the nearest airport which was five hours away, in Frankfurt. As the taxi drove to Frankfurt, the trio discussed what to do next.

"So a flight from Frankfurt to Rome is approximately two hours. And since Italy and Germany are in the same time zone, if we left at 3 o'clock in the afternoon, we'd get there around 5 in the evening," Amy explained.

"Wow, Amy. That's the smartest thing you have said since we went on this trip." Rose said.

"Thank—hey!"

When the girls finally got to Frankfurt, it was around 6 o'clock in the evening. They decided to book the 9 o'clock flight that left the next morning.

"So," Tamara said as they were about to get settled in the room that had been booked for them. "Which town is the chair in next?"

Rose frowned. "I have no idea."

Amy sighed. "Then how are we supposed to find the chair?"

That's when Rose lost it. "We? We? You act like it's been a group effort, that all of us have worked. But really, I'm the only one who has done anything!"

Rose's outburst set Tamara off. "Excuse me? You? I've been the one to do all the research while you and amy were busy having fun and being the immature brats you are!"

"Please don't bring me into this," Amy whispered.

"Please," Rose scorned. "You were sleeping when Amy and I got the chair!"

"It's because you two exhaust me!" Tamara shrieked.

The sisters' argument was interrupted by a crunching sound. Tamara and Rose's heads snapped around to see Amy eating her second bag of crisps. The girl looked up when she heard that the arguing ceased. "What? Oh, do continue your argument. It was very entertaining."

"Shut up, Amy," Rose and Tamara said at the same time, then turned to each other.

"All this arguing has tired me out," Amy yawned. "Good night, girls."

"Good night, Amy," Tara smiled.

As soon as Amy woke up, which was for once, before Rose and Tara, she was greeted by a knock on the door. When she opened the door, there wasn't a person, but a thing outside. A slip of paper to be exact. Amy quickly pocketed the slip and made a mental note to tell Rose, or even Tamara.

When Rose woke up, she was immediately greeted with the rays of sunshine peeking through the white curtains. She looked beside her expecting to see Amy, snoring away, but she was surprised; Amy had woken up before she had. But Tamara was still out cold, which meant that nothing much had changed.