Chapter Three

When I woke up I was reluctant to find I had slept through the whole plane ride. Once Noelle and I were off the plane and had all of our luggage (man was that hard…we had too many bags), we went to meet our "guide". He was a short, white haired man wearing a business suit in a sea of tourist. He was holding a sign that said, "Noelle and Corinne Wade," like they do in the movies.

Noelle and I walked over to the man. When the man saw us, he obviously knew who we were, because once we were close enough to hear him, he said (in a British accent, of course), "Hello, ladies. I am Mr. Samson. I will be your guide until you meet your housing partner in a few days."

"Um, hi. I'm…"I tried to say politely.

"Yes, you are Ms. Wade, and you are Ms." Mr. Samson interrupted. How rude! And I thought Britt's were supposed to be nice.

So with that, we all headed out to the car rentals. Both Noelle and I got rental cars. Once we pulled out, all we had to do was follow Mr. Samson to the hotel where we would be for the next week.

Our first few days were nice but boring. Mr. Samson came to check up on us about twice a day. Other than that, nothing really happened, but now the fun begins.