A/N – I don't know or own any WWE Superstars, so cannot take credit for anything. All I can do is take credit for Mya and any other OCs.

Credit to Dizzee Rascal for the fabulous tune 'Holiday'.

Mya sat despondently staring at the pile of exercise books that were dominating her eye line in her classroom. She was trying to remember how it got this bad, where all of her dreams had disappeared to… She chewed on her red pen as she made a list, prioritizing the last four weeks of the school year, breathing a sigh of relief that all of the exam classes had gone, and looking forward to those six weeks of freedom. Ah yes, the freedom, or 'Netflix Armageddon' as Mya thought as she chuckled to herself.

With no steady boyfriend or children to keep herself occupied in the evenings and no teacher friends to keep herself occupied during the day, she had resigned herself to doing nothing over the summer holidays bar watching Netflix and seeing new films in the cinema. Alone. Again.

That was until a ding came through on her school email. Sighing, thinking it was another useless email from someone higher up to do with a child she didn't teach or an assembly she wasn't a part of, she laughed when she saw the name of the sender 'SazzyBear'.

It wasn't a rare occurrence that she received emails or even Postcards from her old school friend Saraya. She knew how much people loved to receive post in the mail so Saraya sent her really amusing postcards from varied cities across the United States. Stuck in her small town in South East England, Mya was envious but extremely proud of her best friend's successes as a WWE Diva, having loved to spar with Saraya and her family when she was younger. Mya had decided to take a more sensible career option, believing that teaching would fulfill a need to help others.

She smiled, seeing a video attachment that began with a close up of her Bestie's face. Clicking on the video, a song that Saraya and Mya loved began to start:

Get your passport and your bikini

You need a holiday, come see me

I know you're tired of the same old scenery

And I could change all that so easily

Go wild, do your thing, yo take a chance

I'll take you to the South of France

Like Cannes

If anyone can I can

We can go shopping in Milan

I just hope you understand

I hope you see it clear

It really don't matter how far or near

Cus there's no distance that can stop my persistence

There's just a few days in the year

Plus I've got car

So let's ride that

We ain't gotta fly, we can just drive that

We can have a rave, we can hire that?

Won't tell nobody let them find out

If you ain't doing nothing let's fly away

Drive away, get away

We can go to the club or hide away

We can do what you want to, baby

If you ain't doing nothing let's fly away

Drive away, take a holiday

We can go to the club or hide away

We can do what you want to, baby

Don't judge my passport photo, I know I look a bit loco

And I know that my Spanish is so-so

But let's try keep that on the low-low

Cus we're going Ibiza

I've got friends that really wanna meet ya

With champagne and a whole lot of love

It's all good darling

A Blue Marlin will please ya

And I'll never let your belly get empty

Even when your belly's full you're still sexy

We can ride speed boats, we can ride jet skis

I'll show you the time of your life if you let me

I just want to put a smile on your pretty face

If I didn't it'd just be your pretty waist

So you look like a girl with a bit of taste

So I couldn't take you just any place

If you ain't doing nothing let's fly away

Drive away, get away

We can go to the club or hide away

We can do what you want to, baby

If you ain't doing nothing let's fly away

Drive away, take a holiday

We can go to the club or hide away

We can do what you want to, baby

I know you're really busy and I know you've got plans

But are you really too busy for a sun tan?

I ain't talking about walking down the high street

I'm talking about laying on a bright white beach

With a Pina Colada or whatever you'd rather

White wine, that's fine, just give me a lager

Then after we'll take a truck to the night spot, the hot spot, the top spot

Party around the clock

And when we get there they're strictly VIP

No need for ID, security know me

No waiting in line, no high entry fee

Don't worry about nothing when you're beside me

I'll get you lively and loosen you up

Have a bit of champagne it'll boost you up

I wanna move you up, I wanna take you away

So in other words darling, what do you say?

If you ain't doing nothing let's fly away

Drive away, get away

We can go to the club or hide away

We can do what you want to, baby

If you ain't doing nothing let's fly away

Drive away, take a holiday

We can go to the club or hide away

We can do what you want to, baby

Mya watched the video with interest, and although it was nothing new for Saraya to send her funny videos, this one just felt different. She was reclining on a deckchair holding a thick envelope lip-syncing to the rap song. Someone moved closer towards her, holding the camera not looking at her face, but at the envelope. On it, was printed Mya's name and address. Mya straightened up, wondering what going to happen now. Unsealed, the envelope was emptied onto the deckchair in between Saraya's feet. On it, was a passport, a burgundy one as only European passports are so it had to be Saraya's and two plane tickets and a letter, which was folded in half. The camera came closer and focused on the name and date. It read Mya Burton. 22nd July 2014. Tampa International Airport.

The song finished. A familiar voice began to speak. "I know you're not loving your job Mya, and I know that you haven't put yourself out there to meet someone new.." Mya shuddered. She didn't need that in her life right now. Not after the last time. "... But you really need a break. You are one of the most important people in my life and I need you to come and celebrate my birthday with me!" Mya shook her head knowing that the ticket was very expensive; Saraya didn't do things by half. "Also I can even imagine everything about you as you realize that I have already spent this money on you, shaking your head and tutting, as I know that you hate me spending money on you, but don't spend time worrying your pretty head about it, I have a way for you to pay me back when you get here. See you in 4 weeks!" she almost squealed down the camera.

Mya was stunned. She even replayed it twice. She then noticed the date stamp on the video. It was taken a week ago. So many things went through her mind. Why hadn't it arrived yet? Did she send this as a cruel joke? It wasn't the first time Mya had got her hopes up over something and then been let down. She glanced at the clock and saw the time and noted that she only had 30 minutes until the end of the day. She tried to continue her marking, desperate for it to be three o'clock so she could go home and search for her letter.

But of course, her hopes were dashed as she heard her door open. "Mya?" came the voice, "Hmm…? How can I help you?" came Mya's quiet voice. Don't forget that we have a meeting after school. It should only be an hour, maybe a bit longer." Mya's face dropped, having forgotten all about the last staff meeting of the year. She nodded slowly, "I remember, can't wait!" noted Mya, a fake smile plastered onto her face.

Her mind floated back to the video… she needed to see that envelope for real.