(It was the summer of 2012, and the warm sunlight was streaming through the car window. I groggily opend my eyes to see the family car pulling into our summer house in Australlia.
"Arabella, we're here." My mother whispered, turning around in her seat.
"Start grabbing you rbags put of the back." My father told my sister Amanda and I.
We were spending the season in our summer house this year. Our home was actually back in Mullingar , West Meath Ireland. I didn't really want to come down here. I don't like the beach; mainly because i don't like to tan and i'm insecure about wearing my bathing suit around strangers.
"Perk up, clover. Good luck is coming our way this year." My mother constantly tried to convince me that this year's summer would be better than all the rest, but I obviously didn't believe her. Just because we were somewhere else, doesn't mean that anything will be different.