Jess Fisher shifted her slender body, attempting to make herself as comfortable as was possible while stuck in the window seat of a sizzling, stuffy coach. She was beginning to find the situation extremely dreary; she was surrounded by people who were seemingly oblivious to the fact that she was there. Vicki, her supposedly best friend who she had chosen to sit by so that she wasn't bored, spent half of her time complaining that she was about to vomit and the other half locking lips with Ronan. Her mother was sat in front of her next to Mr. Mead, and throughout the journey they were examining a folder and bickering like a married couple. And Harry, her brother, sat behind her, fiddling with his DS while trying to keep his headphones in his ears. So Jess was left trying to entertain herself, a hard task when she had left all her luggage underneath the bus.

"Mum?" She enquired, leaning forward and tapping her mother's shoulder. "How long have we got till we get there?"

Karen and Chris both turned around and looked through the gap in-between their chairs. "Well, depends which 'there' you mean, love. We've got about two hours until we reach Dover, then it's an hour and a half across the channel, and then two hours from Calais to Paris. So, in all, about five and a half hours." Jess sighed and slumped back into her chair. "Why, what's wrong, love?"

She shrugged. "I'm bored."

"How can you be bored? You're going to Paris!" Chris smiled, and looked at Karen. "Are you bored?"

Karen raised an eyebrow. "Chris, we have just spent the past hour arguing about test stats, is it possible to be enjoying yourself?"

"What is it with you Fisher women?" He shouted, turning back to his seat.

Jess and Karen both laughed to themselves as Karen also turned back to her seat.

"So." Jess exclaimed, looking to Vicki. "Paris. It should be fun."

Vicki, who was currently feeling better, (still not one-hundred percent but certainly improving), leant back and smiled, "Yep. I've never been before, but I've heard about it a lot."

Jess nodded. "We went to Disneyland once, but it was just us five, as a family. It'll be better with you."

"Yep. And Ronan." She turned to her boyfriend and threw him a flirtatious glance. "Back in a sec." She slipped over to the seat across the aisle and Jess was once more left with just her thoughts.

Groaning, she thought back to that time they had visited France. They had been a family then; just the five of them. Nothing catastrophic had ever happened that would tear them apart. Things were different now; they hadn't been a family for a long time. It was more like two different families, and she just had to fit into each. She had one of those families surrounding her right there, but the other one she had left behind, and couldn't help but wish that they were there.

"Vicki Mac Donald, get back to your seat please!"

Mrs Fry's voice rung out loud across the coach. She had organised the trip for the year twelve and thirteen as a way of becoming 'more acquainted' with the students. However she had not perceived how much planning and organising it was to require, and only four hours into the trip she was beginning to regret the idea.

"Right, everyone." She had overheard Jess and Karen's conversation and was fed up of all the students throwing random questions in her direction. "Listen up, please. We've got about two hours till we get to Dover, so I hope that you can keep yourself interested until then."

A groan spread across the coach. "Just one more thing!" Ruby called out, trying to calm down the mass of students. "Are there any questions?"

Kyle put his hand up. "Miss, I need the loo."

"Not really a question, Kyle." She replied, forcing a smile. "There's a toilet at the back. You can use that."

"Yeah, but Miss. It's minging."

Ruby rolled her eyes. It was going to be a long trip.