"So, are you coming with us to Cabo?" questioned Shaylee Rasmussen, pulling off her foot thongs and stuffing them into her Burberry dance bag. "I dunno, probably, cuz NO WAY am I spending spring break here in Westchester, it's like, social suicide", declared Courtney Callavari, pulling on her Hayworthy Dance line jacket, that said Hayworthy Dance Team on the back, Showtime, down the arm, and Callavari on the on the front, upper left hand corner. "And our parents are gunna be in Monaco that week anyways", added Ashley, her identical twin sister. "C'mon, Brad's waiting", (Brad is their older brother, who's a junior) said Ashley. "I'll call you guys tomorrow", Courtney yelled over her shoulder as sister dragged her towards the double glass doors and their older brother's blue Porsche.
"'Bout time", stated the 6'1 blonde hockey player over the loud Sean Paul music. Courtney slid into the passenger seat and Ashley climbed into the backseat. As soon as both girls had buckled their seatbelts, Brad stepped on the gas and zoomed down the street; Courtney turned up the volume and bopped her head along with the song 'Temperature'. A cell phone started ringing and Brad pulled his Motorola out from his jeans pocket, but Ashley grabbed it from him. "Sorry but Bradley is not available right now, try again later, buh bye", and she snapped it shut. "WHAT THE H….!" "When you drive, and talk on the phone at the same time, your putting our lives in danger", said Ashley in a matter- of – factly tone. Brad rolled his eyes and grabbed the phone from his sister and shoved it back into his pocket.