"I call the window seat," Adam shouted, looking for his seat.
"Whatever," Luke replied, plopping down next to me.
"Why are you sitting there?" he questioned, confused, "We're all the way in the back."
Luke let a small smirk play on his face, "You may be, but this is my seat," he responded, showing him his ticket.
"You're a poor excuse for a brother," he yelped, trudging to the back of the plane.
"Oh boo hoo, build yourself a bridge and get your wimpy ass over it," he shouted back, turning to meet Holly's gaze, Well hello there."
"Um, hi," she answered back shyly.
"Was that your brother?" I wondered, feeling bad for the way he was being treated.
Luke nodded his head, "Unfortunately, yes. But, don't feel bad for him, he does this all the time," he explained.
"Yup, no problem," I assured, "Would you just excuse me I have to go to the bathroom before the plane takes off," grabbing my bag.
"She's really going to sit with yur brother," she sighed, looking back toward where Adam was sitting.
"Yeah, probably," he nodded his head in agreement.
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"Are we almost there?" Cameron groaned, glancing at the never-ending road.
"Would you hush? We're right here," Dainelle replied, pulling into the hotel.
"FINALLY!" Cameron hollered, "But, why is it in the middle of nowhere," searching for anything with life.
"I don't know, this is the address on the letter," she read the letter over again, "But, on the bright side, if you squint your eyes really hard you can see the Hollywood sign."
"Oh yeah. This is going to be a very interesting trip, he whispered to himself, admiring the blurry Hollywood sign.
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"Well, this is interesting," Peyton squeaked, shocked by the building that stood in front of her.
"You could say that again. Who knew L.A. had so much open space?"
"Are you sure this is the right place?" Josh inquired, getting a little skeptical about the location.
"I'm pretty sure, I mean it's the same address on the letter," she guessed, thinking of why they would be sent there.
"Well whatever, let's just go check in," Kaylee concluded, walking toward the double doors of the hotel.
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Hesitantly I tapped his shoulder, his eyes were stained from crying and I couldn't help but feel guilty. "Hey, are you okay?" I pried, sitting down next to him.
"Yeah, I'm fine," Adam sniffled, quickly wiping away his tears.
"Hey, it's okay, what your brother did to you was really mean," I exclaimed, pulling his hands away from his eyes, "and sometimes it's best to show people how you really feel."
"Thanks for being so nice to me. My name's Adam, by the way," he blubbered, holding out his hand.
"Ellie," I said, shaking his hand, "and it's no problem at all."
It's the people you meet in your past that will help you become a better person in your future.
I quietly closed my diary and put it back into my bag. The fastened seatbelts light came on, as I glanced out the window. And, by the way the lights sparkled in L.A. I could tell that this was going to be an unforgettable experience.