'Let's review. I'm Cammie Morgan and unfortunately Macey McHenry one of my best friends decided that this summer Myself, Herself, Rebecca Baxter and Elizabeth Sutton were taking a coastal road trip up the East Coast of Australia. Let's see how this summer pans out.'

The Summer of 2011 Road Trip Rules (Macey's Version)

1. No turning back

2. One playlist only

3. Rostered turns on the wheel (subject to change depending on the individuals abilities and lack of sleep at the given time)

4. No talk of school

5. All individuals are to hook up with at least 3 guys, no questions asked

6. WeetBix, Sausages in Bread, Spaghetti, Fruit, Water and Chocolate are the main food groups

7. Video diaries are to be completed every night.

8. Attend as many music festivals and concerts as possible.

9. No contact with the outside world. This includes certain Blackthorne Boys.

10. Partying everynight possible. (Agent McHenry has contacts all over Australia)

11. Have some fun before we're caught.

Macey's Tired of the Same Old Summers With Her Father:

'Hurry up, Macey! The limo's leaving!'

'Go without me! I am not seeing Preston-fucking-Winters!'

'That relationship is for the public! If you want my ratings to keep this family afloat –'

'You mean, "If I want your ego to keep you afloat"'

So She's Taking Action:

'Are you serious?' Bex questioned

'Dead serious.'

'You're not joking are you?'

'Most certainly not.'

Which Leads Her To Slamming A Map Of The East Coast Of Australia Down on Cammie's Lap:

'The East Coast?' Cammie asked.

'Yep. In a Combie Van. Without mobile phones.' I cheekily smiled

'No way. I'm not doing that.' Liz crossed her hands over her chest

'Yes, you are. We're going on a road trip girlies!' I gushed like a Barbie Doll

Once They're On The Road, There's No Turning Back:

'Look! There's the turn-off!' Liz exclaimed

'Bex, stop pinching Liz.' I said in a bored mono-tone.
'But there's the turn-off! Slow down Cammie, you'll miss it!' Bex tapped furociously on Cammie's shoulder.

'I'm not an idiot, Rebecca Baxter. I know that that road takes us straight back to the airport.' I brushed off the subject. We weren't turning back.

'Shut up, smart ass.'

And No Contact:

'Shit! Shit! The phone's ringing!'

'Do NOT answer it!' Macey squealed, lunging for the mobile.

But I snapped it up in time. 'Hello?'

Macey screamed threats.

'Hello. Would you like to purchase a holiday overseas for the fraction of the regular price?'

'No, piss off.' Macey pulled the phone from my ear and told the telly-marketer. 'Idiot. Anyone could track us now! The Circle! Your mum! The CIA!' she yelled at me hoarsly.

Macey's Weird Diet Has Officially Left The Building:

'Oh my God. Did you, Macey McHenry, just order a CheeseBurger when there's fresh salad on the menu?'

'Yeah. Got a problem with that?'

'No. I say bring on the heart-stopping shit!'

All For 3 Weeks Travelling In A Beat Up Combie Van:

'Look at this baby,' Macey ran her hand over the smooth coverings of the old Combie. A surf board rack adorned the roof and the inside left a bit to be desired.

'We're sleeping in this?'

'Yep. Sleeping Bags and pillows are in the seats.'

'In the seats?'

'Yeah.' Macey lifted the cushion off the seat and pulled out a pillow and thin sleeping bag. 'But I did have heating installed.'

But No Matter How Far They Drive, Someone Will Always Catch Them:

'This is our holiday away from America. This means we're free.'

'Free!'

'Shut up. I think there's a car tailing us.' Cammie took a sharp turn down a road that had a sign saying, "New Castle", then she flawed it.

'Oops' Cammie swung her head backwards watching the empty road behind the van, 'I don't think they were tailing us,'

But, Who Care's? School's Out, Summer's Here And The Girls Are Free To Roam Around In Bikinis:

'Pretty!' Macey gushed.

'Oh hot damn!' Cammie smiled.

'Love it, bitch!' Bex squealed.

Finally, me – Elizabeth Sutton – had ventured out in a bikini, alone.

So Bring On The Fun!

'Woo!' Bex and Liz screamed as they jumped off the 10 metre high water falls.

Macey and I were next: 'Sshhiitt!' we grasped each others hands as the water got closer and closer. Then the splash. Then the air that followed. Then the hugs and tears. This summer – The Summer of 2011 – was offically the best one ever.

Coming Soon