My Australian Summer

My mom said Australia would be fun... that I'd simply love everything about it... But all that I've seen so far is a rickety old beach house in which five people were supposed to live in for three months... That is until the fortunate day I felt the pain of a soccer ball flying into the side of my head. Most people I guess wouldn't call that fortunate, and I didn't either, until I saw the boy who had kicked it. Perhaps mom was right, maybe I was going to love something not about Australia, but in Australia.