Random Isle Esme Excursion!

Chapter 4- Winners!

AN: Akay, sorry guys, but this last chapter isn't set on the isle. It's the second-last one like that. They'll get moving soon, I promiseles! Next chapter they'll go to the airports and there'll be a huge thing there, then they'll be on the island. Sorry for the drawing it out. Forgive me, please? I'll give you a cookie! Anyway, make with the chapter!!

ON THE EAST COAST!!!!!

NEW YORK CITY--WAVERLY SUB STATION

ALEX'S POV

I walked across the restaurant sluggishly, completely drained from the day's schoolwork and dinner rush. As soon as I reached an empty table, I tossed my apron on the ground and fell into the chair. "Uggh, isn't there a spell that can make me not tired?" I whispered. I gasped and sat up straight. "Wait a second! Um, what can I use…oh, how about this: 'This day's work has been very rough, so…reenergize me, and make me…tough.'" I wasn't a great spell, but it seemed to work. I didn't feel tired anymore; in fact, I was ready for another shift. Of course I wasn't going to take it, but I could if I had to. Anyway, it was my turn to get the mail, so I headed up to the house.

I leafed through the pile of mail. Bills, bills, junk mail, People, and…a letter for me? From Washington? Who would be mailing me anyway, let alone from clear across the country? I threw the rest on the table and sat down to read it.

Dear Miss Alex Russo,

I am pleased to inform you that you and your family have been chosen for the luxury vacation for 6 to the Cullen Family Private Island, A.K.A. Isle Esme. Your flight will leave at 7:00 PM on Friday, August 2nd from Kennedy International Airport. Please have all six family members present as soon as you arrive in Rio de Janeiro, as you will take a boat ride to Isle Esme and you must accompany all invitees. The trip will last for 2 weeks and the weather will be very warm, so please pack accordingly. Further information is located on the back of this letter.

With love,

Alice Cullen

Trip Coordinator

I couldn't believe what I was reading. I remembered entering the contest, but I'd never thought I'd actually win! This was going to be great! Alice seemed really cool, and with Harper there, this trip would be the greatest! Now all I had to do was tell Mom and Dad, and we'd be set!

MANHATTAN--JOHNSON RESIDENCE

KAT'S POV

"Hey Ryan, come here and pick up your dirty socks!" screamed Zeela, holding them at arm's length with two fingers and plugging her nose with her opposite hand.

Ryan, Zeela and I were hanging out in my basement for a few hours before my daddy got home, and Ryan's feet smelled like vinegar. Zeela and I were about ready to call the fumigation squad just to get the point across. Ryan has a terrible foot stench and he won't admit it. Anyway, we were running out of things to do, and I forgot my key to the door between the house and the basement. So we were stuck here.

Or so we thought. Not 2 minutes later, my daddy showed up at the top of the stairs and yelled down to us. "Kat, you've got mail! Ew, what is that stench??"

Zeela giggled. "Ryan's feet!"

"Zeela? Is that you?" called my daddy.

"Um…yeah," she answered.

"Sorry daddy!" I called. He sighed.

"It's okay. But she has to go home now."

I sighed this time. "Kay. Now what's this mail I got?"

"It's right here. It says it's from Washington. Forks, to be exact."

I frowned. "Alright, throw it down. Zeela, you want a ride?"

"No thanks. I can walk."

"Akay. Later gator!"

"Bye-bye flutterby!" she laughed, and ran out the door. I grabbed the letter and started to read.

Dear Mister and Miss Ryan and Kat Johnson,

I am pleased to inform you that you and your family have been chosen for the luxury vacation for 6 to the Cullen Family Private Island, A.K.A. Isle Esme. Your flight will leave at 7:00 PM on Friday, August 2nd from Kennedy International Airport. Please have all six family members present as soon as you arrive in Rio de Janeiro, as you will take a boat ride to Isle Esme and you must accompany all invitees. The trip will last for 2 weeks and the weather will be very warm, so please pack accordingly. Further information is located on the back of this letter.

With love,

Alice Cullen

Trip Coordinator

I gasped. "OMG! Ryan, get down here!"

He appeared at the top of the stairs. "OMG what??"

"Those Cullen people sent back! We're going to Isle Esme!"

"Really? Awesome! Oh, this is gonna be so cool! I gotta call Joey!"

I laughed silently at Ryan; he could be so hyper sometimes. And smelly. Anyway, the letter said that we'd leave on the 2nd and it was July 30th, so I decided, I'd better go pack.

MANHATTAN--SHEFFIELD RESIDENCE

GRACIE'S POV

"Fran? Fran? Maggie, where's Fran?" I'd searched the house frantically, looking for her, but she didn't seem to be here.

Maggie sighed. "I don't know, Gracie. It's her birthday. I don't really want to know what she's doing."

"But I have a present for her!" I replied impatiently. Not 2 hours earlier, I had received a letter that I'd never thought I'd get…

FLASHBACK-EARLIER THAT DAY

"Mail's here," called Niles from the foyer. I jumped up from the couch.

"Anything for me?" I'd have thought I'd get the letter earlier if I won, but I was still hopeful. I checked the website daily just in case they decided to post the winners' list early. Now I was nervous--if I was going to use this as Fran's gift, I'd need to know ASAP.

"Actually, yes…something from Washington?" answered Niles after what seemed like years. I screamed.

"Oh my gosh, oh my gosh! YES!!" I leapt up and sprinted into the foyer, grabbed the letter, and ran off to read it. I sat back down on the couch and unfolded the letter.

Dear Miss Gracie Sheffield,

I am pleased to inform you that you and your family have been chosen for the luxury vacation for 6 to the Cullen Family Private Island, A.K.A. Isle Esme. Your flight will leave at 7:00 PM on Friday, August 2nd from Kennedy International Airport. Please have all six family members present as soon as you arrive in Rio de Janeiro, as you will take a boat ride to Isle Esme and you must accompany all invitees. The trip will last for 2 weeks and the weather will be very warm, so please pack accordingly. Further information is located on the back of this letter.

With love,

Alice Cullen

Trip Coordinator

Just as I finished reading the letter, Maggie walked in. I must have been smiling like a Cheshire cat or something, because her first question was, "Okay, what on earth are you so happy about? I heard you scream from upstairs and I though you, like, died or something."

I handed her the letter. It was all I could do to keep from bouncing up and down in my seat. She read it and frowned. "How did you win this?"

"I entered a contest. I took a picture of everybody, remember? Well, that's what it was for. I also wrote a mini-essay about us."

She smiled. "Wow, that's cool! Oh, I get it; this is Fran's birthday present! That's an excellent idea! But one problem: there's only five of us."

Just as she said that, Niles walked in. "Well…we can take Niles," I answered defensively.

"Yes?" he said.

"Oh, hi Niles. Here, read this. It'll explain it." She handed him the letter and turned back to me. "Who's going to take care of the house?"

I shrugged. "C.C.?"

Niles and Maggie burst out laughing. "Oh, please," said Maggie. "C.C. couldn't clean a house if her life depended on it." I laughed, too; it was a stupid answer to begin with.

Niles handed back the letter. "Sounds interesting. Ask your father though; he can be pushy about those kinds of things."

I nodded. "Will do." Maggie and I went upstairs to talk about what we were going to pack. The trip was only 4 days away; we had to get moving. Oh man, this was going to be a blast.

END FLASHBACK

Right now, I was still waiting for Fran. Dad knew already; he said our guest list was okay except for one thing. Turns out Brighton's busy the one week, so he'll be staying with friends until the trip's over. Instead, C.C. will be coming with us. Oh, joy. Not that C.C.'s really that bad, but I'd rather it just be family. Fran doesn't like her very much, though, so hopefully she'll stay out of our way.

I could see right now that this was going to be a great time.

TO THE WEST COAST!!!!

SEATTLE--SHAY RESIDENCE

CARLY'S POV

Attempting to fall asleep on the couch, I nearly fell over when the doorbell rang. I loped across the room and opened the door. It was Sam.

"Oh, hi Sam. SPENCER! SAM'S HERE!"

"'Sup, Carls? I got your mail."

"Sam, please stop breaking in to the mailbox. What came?"

She handed me the pile. "Mostly boring stuff, this week's issue of iWeb Magazine, and some letter from Forks."

I gasped. "What??" Sure enough, right in the middle of the pile, there was a letter from Forks, Washington. I flopped down on the couch and ripped it open.

Dear Mister and Miss Spencer and Carly Shay,

I am pleased to inform you that you and your family have been chosen for the luxury vacation for 6 to the Cullen Family Private Island, A.K.A. Isle Esme. Your flight will leave at 7:00 PM on Friday, August 2nd from Seattle International Airport. Please have all six family members present as soon as you arrive in Rio de Janeiro, as you will take a boat ride to Isle Esme and you must accompany all invitees. The trip will last for 2 weeks and the weather will be very warm, so please pack accordingly. Further information is located on the back of this letter.

With love,

Alice Cullen

Trip Coordinator

"OMG! I can't believe it! I actually won!" I exclaimed.

"Whoa there Carls, slow down. How did you win this thing??"

"I entered a contest. Remember that picture I took of you, me, Freddy, and Spencer a month ago? Well, that's what it was for."

"You mean I'm coming?"

"Yeah! Duh!"

We both squealed. Spencer heard us and came running downstairs. "What? Where's the fire? Who's dying?"

I laughed. "Spencer, chill. Read this!"

He read through it. "Carly! That's awesome! Aw, who's a great little sister?"

"Me!"

We both laughed. "Well, it says that the trip starts in four days. We better get packing!" he added.

"Yeah, that's true. I'll go home now and do that," agreed Sam.

"Alright. Bye, Sam! Tell Freddy to get over here!"

"Kay!"

I smiled. This was going to be an awesome vacation.

LOS ANGELES-LOPEZ HOUSE

GEORGE'S POV

"Angie, where's Carmen?"

I had just gotten home from a very rough day at work, and my daughter was nowhere to be found. I hated when that happened; there was no telling what she was doing. I grabbed the pile of mail and rifled through it.

"I don't know. I think she went to Toby's after school, I haven't seen her."

"Are you sure she's at Toby's?" I asked, skeptical.

"Yes. She told me yesterday that she was going today. I trust her."

I looked down at the pile of mail. "Hey, what's this for Max? It says it's from Washington."

She ran over to the table. "What is it? I don't remember anybody from Washington."

I handed it to her. "Max! Get down here!"

He came running down the stairs. "What? What happened?"

"Max, what's this letter from Washington? It's addressed to you," questioned Angie. He took the envelope from her.

"Oh, it's from that contest! Read it!" He ripped it open and we read it together.

Dear Mister Max Lopez,

I am pleased to inform you that you and your family have been chosen for the luxury vacation for 6 to the Cullen Family Private Island, A.K.A. Isle Esme. Your flight will leave at 7:00 PM on Friday, August 2nd from LA International Airport. Please have all six family members present as soon as you arrive in Rio de Janeiro, as you will take a boat ride to Isle Esme and you must accompany all invitees. The trip will last for 2 weeks and the weather will be very warm, so please pack accordingly. Further information is located on the back of this letter.

With love,

Alice Cullen

Trip Coordinator

"I entered this contest online to win a vacation. I wanted to surprise you, but I never thought I'd win! Awesome!" He went to go back upstairs, but Angie stopped him.

"Max, how many times have I told you not to enter anything online?"

"Mom, it's fine! I didn't give out any information, I promise!"

"Yeah, except our address!" I added. "Max, what if these people were just trying to get to you? I still don't think I trust them! Have you even heard of this Isle Esme place?"

"No, dad, it's real, I swear! They've got all kinds of pictures, I'll show you!" He went over to the computer and looked up the website. After about 10 minutes, I was almost ready to trust them.

"Okay, Max, we'll go. Go upstairs and pack for 2 weeks!"

"Yes! Thanks dad!"

Angie smiled at me. "Oh, George, thank you. I believe these people."

"Yeah, okay. I still doubt it."

"George, they seem nice enough. Max says he even talked to them. I'm sure we'll be fine. It's going to be a great vacation. We can take Ernie, and Benny, too!"

"Angie, you're not helping."

"Sorry. But it's going to be fun even if your mom's there. I can see it."

~END CHAPTER~

AN: SHWOW!! Oh man, that was LONG! Took me 2+ days to write, serious! Good thing I have no life! And I was almost grounded, too! For a MONTH! Anyway, I'm not, so yeah. I could post this. And it was LONG! Lolz. Well, it's done now, and Im'a put up a list of chapters. Here goes!

4. Winners!

5. The Airport Incidents and Ice Cream

6. The Beginning of the End

7. Food Fight!

8. Mini Golf with the Johnsons and some other people.

9. Return of the Jell-O Guns!

10. Mamma Mia! with Sam and Harper

11. Dissing George and Fumigation

12. Sleeping on the Ground

13. Reiki with Kiah, John, and Brittany!

14 and on. Unplanned yet, but it will involve Seddie and similar couples (cough cough N-CC) as well as self-hypnosis and volleyball. Oh yeah, and I'm gonna slug somebody in the jaw. Alright!

Guten Nacht,

Squint-la