An update like I promised! ;)

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I cross my legs, before promptly uncrossing them again. I shift in my seat, trying my hardest to become comfortable. Crossing my legs again, I wrap my arms around my knees. I fidget; too posh. Letting both my legs and arms fall, I lay like a squashed jellyfish. Too casual. What do you do? Cross or uncross?

I heave a sigh, pushing myself up and turning my eyes to the window. Clouds, how wonderful. I tap my finger against the armrest, impatient and incredibly bored. Someone pokes me in the shoulder, and my head snaps around.

He's holding a wad of papers, waving them in front of my face like an awkward fan— one that doesn't know whether it's keeping you cool or making you flustered.

I frown as he shoves them under my nose, "What are they?"

Adam grins, "'Holiday papers."

I smile, taking them from him. Pulling out the little table on the back of the seat, I place them down carefully, much to Adam's amusement.

I hmm and ahh as I skim the large passage of text. Drawing my finger down the page, I finally stop when I reach the paragraph I want.

Accommodation information.

I hold back the urge to comment on the interesting fact that it rhymes, and start to read it aloud.

"Nestled amongst the rocky Alberta Mountains, Heartland offers an authentic western experience. With the choice of relaxing in our stylish log cabins by the lake, or delving into the life of the horse ranch itself, you'll always have something to do. Learn natural horse techniques, take treks across the stunning Alberta landscape, spot wild mustangs, or just sit back and enjoy the calming scenery."

Adam grins again, "That sounds awesome."

I nod, "Dad's done himself proud."

I lift the paper and put it on my lap, turning my attention to the next page.

"This is what we're staying in," I inform Adam, taking a deep breath before starting to read. "Eight person luxury log cabin," I frown. Eight?

There's some more information about the cabin itself, but I don't read it, I'm still stuck on why we are to stay in an eight person accommodation.

"Eight?" Adam frowns, confused. "Why eight?"

I shrug, "Maybe they got it wrong; it happens." I turn the page, my eyes bugging when I read the title.

Shared accommodation details.

Now, that doesn't rhyme.

Adam sees it, too. "We're staying with strangers!" He freaks out, "Strangers!"

I take a deep breath, restraining myself from freaking out like my brother. "It's just a mistake—"

"Seriously, Amy, a mistake?" he breaks in incredulously.

"I told you, it happens!" I argue, not entirely sure who I'm reassuring.

"Not ones like this, they don't!"

I'm not even sure what he's just said is English, but he doesn't seem in the mood to be corrected, so I don't.

Apparently, our little screaming match has woken a certain person up.

"Would you shut up!" they say groggily. Our heads snap their way; said person is about the endure our wrath. He pushes up in his seat, stretching.

Adam shoves the papers in his face. "Why are we staying in an eight person accommodation!?"

Several pairs of eyes dart our way; apparently, we're causing a bit of a scene. I ignore their blatant staring, and wait for his answer.

Dad blinks, "Huh?"

Oh, for the love of chocolate.

I groan, "Shared accommodation? Eight person?" I press on, hoping some keywords will jog his memory.

Dad goes red. I would smirk if I'm not so hell-bent on getting answers. Adam suddenly groans. "No mistake, Ames," he says, his words muffled by his hands.

Dad sighs, shifting uncomfortably in his seat.

"Well?" I prompt, impatient.

"We're sharing with another family," he says quickly, refusing to hold my gaze.

Adam peeks through his fingers, "How many?"

"Five," I answer for Dad. Three plus five equals eight. Dad nods in confirmation as I glance at him.

"Do you have details?" Adam asks, having removed his hands.

Dad's eyes switch to the wad of papers. Mine follows and I proceed to flip through the paper sheets. Finally, I find the one I want. I take a deep breath and start to read, Adam peering over my shoulder in his seat beside me.

"Other family," I read the title aloud.

"Strangers," Adam mutters under his breath.

I ignore him and continue, "The Borden family." Dad's pretending he's not interested, but he's sneaking looks as I read. I ignore him, too. "Mr. M. Borden, Mrs. S. Borden. Children:Mister. T. Borden - age seventeen. Miss S. Borden - age seventeen. Miss F. Borden - age eleven."

Adam's now smiling happily— talk about mood swings. "Our age!" Dad looks like he can't be more relieved.

I weigh it up for a second, before smiling, too— grinning, in fact.

Dad is now sporting the look of a squashed jellyfish.


Sorry it's only short, but this is the starting point of the plot and is designed to give you a rough idea on what is to come.

Next update Friday!

Review? Let me know what you think? It's a bit better than the old one, huh?

~wildatheart~