A/N: Just to clear something up Ellie and Ella are two completely different people! Ella is Sophie's twin. Ellie is Elliot, Sophie and Ella's freind. So, no I'm not just spelling it wrong.


Sophie stumbled off the plane, trying to stretch her legs. Holy cow, that plane ride was long! She saw Fred and Ellie trying to do the same as they walked into the airport.

It was huge. And all the people! They all gazed around in wonder until someone pushed them from behind. It was Petri, Ellie's insanely annoying little brother.

"Move it freaks!" he shouted, ducking before Ellie could whack him. "I wanna get some of that ice cream!" He charged ahead without any regard to anything, or anybody, forgetting the small fact that all of his money was with parents.

Ellie rolled her eyes, "Come on guys, let's go get him before someone gets lost." And with that the group set off after Petri.

Meanwhile, the so-called "grown-ups" had stepped off the plane, their children nowhere in sight.


Ellie and the rest of the gang caught up with Petri just as he was about to order. Ellie grabbed his hand and yanked him out of line.

"What do you think you're doing! You don't even have any money dumbo! Just wait 'till Mum and Dad get a hold of you, running of like . . ." She trailed off, realizing they had left the adults back at the terminal. "Oh crap," she muttered. "Mum and Dad!"

Sophie made a "follow me" motion with her hand and took off into the crowd.


They were lost. Hopelessly lost. How long had it been? An hour? Two hours? Ten minutes? Sophie had no idea. Nobody did.

After a few more minutes of wandering George let out an exasperated sigh. "We'd better ask for directs guys."

"NO!" everyone (except Petri) shouted.

"Yeah," Sophie said. "No directions. We'll find it."

"Not like this we won't" George argued.

"Well, I'm not just asking some random stranger. They might, I dunno, abduct me or something!"

"I'm hungry!" Petrie whined, interrupted what would have become a heated argument.

"No, you're not," Sophie said, glaring at Ellie's younger brother. "And we're NOT asking for directions!"

But George wasn't listening, nor was any one else. They were too busy watching him approach a short woman with white hair who was busy ordering a group of kids in bright orange t-shirts to line up by numbers.

"Excuse me, ma'am," George said, for she seemed like someone who should be addressed as such, "could you tell me how to get to terminal C3? We're horribly lost," he said, gesturing at Ellie, Fred, Petri, Ella, and Sophie.

"Of course," said the woman, and George turned around to stick a tongue out at an exasperated Sophie, while she addressed the line before her. "Can someone show them the way?"

A girl with braids in her hair promptly stepped out of line with her hand raise. (She was number 13.) "I'll take them!" she announced.

The woman gave her a nod and she skip-walked up to George and the rest of the groups.

"Hi!" she said with a bright smile. "I'm Emma who are you?"