WOOOHHHH EXAMS ARE OVER, and they didnt even kill me this year. 1 semester & 5 months till SUMMERRR. Hells yeeaah. So to celebrate, i wrote this chapter :)

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Uh oh here we go :)

The trip to Florida was not a pleasant one. Darren was rendered unconscious before takeoff, when he was dropped on his head as the suitcase was loaded onto the plane. But he was instantly awoken when the turbo jet revved its engines and took off at 400kph, then climbed steadily to a cruising altitde of 8000 feet going 700kph. Yes, Darren was very much awake. But at least he wasn't alone. There was a cat in a neighboring pet carrier, named "Sir William Mewy McPatterson" according to the label. Although cats generally hate Vampires, Darren appreciated Sir William's prescence because when he screeched, Darren was strongly reminded of the noise Seba made when Kurda dropped a hair curler on his foot. He wondered what Seba was doing at this very moment...then he realised he still had a can of WD40 in his pocket. If, WHEN, he was reunited with his posse, he would free the stuck Seba if the need arose. He spent the majority of the flight making little promises to the gang, if he could only find them in one piece! He'd never turn Kurda's stereo off again, even if he was cranking the Cheetah Girls. He would be patient and respectful if Mika was in a bad mood and understand his need to hit things. He wouldn't get into stupid arguments with Arrow that often ended violently. He wouldn't say "DO I LOOK LIKE I HAVE TIME?" when Harkat asked him to pass him some food on the shelves he couldn't reach. He wouldn't kill, maim, or threaten Seba. He would let Paris talk about all the old crap he wanted. And most of all, he would be the BEST student Larten had ever seen in his whole entire life!

With a fire in his heart and a new outlook on life, he looked out the window to see if he could spot any shapes in the clouds. No clouds, but lots of...PALM TREES!

"FLORIDA!" he yelled in delight, causing Sir William Mewy McPatterson to freak out and almost claw his way out of his cage.

Once safely in the Orlando International Airport, he whipped out his cell phone expecting a variety of missed calls and texts from the others saying how terribly sorry they were for leaving without him, how they'd make it up to him, and they were still in the airport waiting for him.

But all he got was a big fat ugly NO NEW MESSAGES.

He figured either their plane had crashed, or they simply hadn't remembered they'd forgotten him! The terrifying possibilty almost made him faint. How could they not notice he wasn't there? Trying not to hyperventilate and sound like he was in labour, he proceeded to pull out his wallet (currently his only posession besides the WD40) and see what he had to get by... his fake driver's liscence, credit card, a dead spider, the legendary group shot from the ski vacation, something that appeared to be toenail clippings, and a 4$ coupon off his next rental vehicle.

That's where he'd start. He'd rent a vehicle and drive to the hotel that was included in the package. Surely they must be there, and surely it would be such a fabulous hotel that they were having too much fun to realise they were minus one Darren.

With that cheery thought in mind, he picked out a vehicle (a yellow army-style Jeep with no roof) and proceeded to blast down the hot Floridian highway, with the sun in his hair and the wind at his back, feeling utterly empty inside.

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"Woooooooooweeeeee." he proclaimed when he zoomed his ride into the hotel parking lot. No wonder they'd forgotten to call him. The hotel was almost as massive as Vampire Mountain, only the bricks were a shimmery orangey-pink colour. To the right of the hotel was a little bus station with lime green school buses leaving for Disneyland every 10 minuites. Behind the hotel, there was a strip of beach, a waterpark, a maze of swimmy pools, hot tubs, cold tubs, saunas, and everything in between. Inside the hotel was an entrance to the next-door mall, a check-in table that appeared to be made of solid diamond, a variety of water fountains just asking to be jumped into by crazy Vampires, and a what appeared to be an open bar in the next room.

We are soooo having the next council meeting here. Darren decided.

"Has anyone checked in under D. Shan?" he asked the Hawaiian-shirt-wearing worker.

"D. Shan.... no reservations under that name." the little pink-haired guy informed him.

"Ummm..." Darren gurgled uselessly.

"We have a reservation under D-Seba-Dont-Eat-That-Shan, if that helps." the guy continued, scrolling down the computer screen.

"Oh, yeah thats me!" Darren exclaimed, remembering the incident where Seba tried to eat a discarded luggage tag, thinking it was a breath strip. "Has anyone checked in?"

"Negative."

Darren's stomach did some gymnastics. Where the hell were they if they hadn't checked in? But then a comforting thought occured to him. Vampires don't check in, Vampires make themselves at home. He'd told them the room number (Mermaid Suite #4, 12th floor), if he knew them, they were already unpacked and partying in the room, or else running amok.

As he stepped into the elevator, he wondered what the gang's reactions were to this intriguing device. The elevator at the ski resort had been "an abominative portal of doom" because the walls were not transparent, so nobody could fathom how the doors closed onto one floor and opened on another. In this elevator, you had a 360-degree view of everything outside, so maybe now they believed him...

Anyway, here we are! 12th floor, Mermaid Suite #4. The front door appears to be encrusted with sea shells. Nice touch, Kurda must have appreicated it. Mika, not so much.

"GUYS! HEY GUYS! IM HERE! I MISSED YOU SO MUCH, I CANT BELIEVE-"

But the sight that greeted him on the other side of the door made him stop in horror:

No luggage spread everywhere. No colourful drinks spilled on the turquoise carpet. No music numbing his ears. Beds perfectly made. Cushions and pillows in one piece.

Not one single solitary Vampire or Little Person.

In a panic, Darren raced from pink-and-blue room to pink-and-blue room, there were 4 bedrooms, 2 bathrooms, the living room, a hot tub room, and a little porch, 500 feet off the ground overlooking the ocean. His friends weren't here, and he hadn't a clue where they were, where to start looking, or if they were even alive!

In full-on Parental Panic Mode, he leaned over the railing and screamed,

"HARKAT! MR CREPSLEY! PARIS! MIKA! ARROW! SEBA! KURDA!"

until somone on the next floor up dropped a shoe on his head.

Someone needs to make Darren stop whining and get looking for his friends... oh wait, thats my job. Heh. But seriously hes geting to be a pain in the ass :P

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*Roxxy,