16 year old Kalmar Wingfeather adjusted his belt, preparing for the family road trip. Every year, the Wingfeather family, along with family-friends would go on a road trip, all around the world. Janner, who was 17, was strictly making sure Kal was prepared, and since his girlfriend, Sara, was pretty much exactly like him, Kal was constantly getting badgered about being prepared. Leeli was always prepared, more than anyone in the family, so she was always ready.

"Kalmar!"

Kal could hear his mother, Nia, calling him from downstairs of their house.

"Coming!" He called back. He grabbed his bag, and slung it over his shoulder. He walked out of his room, and went down the stairs to find his best friend, Maraly, her adoptive father Gammon, Oskar, and his siblings waiting for him.

"What took you so long?" Janner asked.

Kal smiled sheepishly. "Packing."

"So the usual." Sara teased.

Kal glared at her.

"Okay," Nia cut in. "Let's get going."

The family headed to their large van, the one they had always used for road trips. They all loaded into it, and Artham went to the wheel. Within the first few minutes, Kal and Sara had gotten into an argument on which of them got to sit next to Janner, to his amusement.

"But I'm his brother!" Kal protested.

"Blood doesn't come into this, besides, I'm older!" Sara defended.

Janner watched the two with amusement, as Maraly was laughing from the back of the van.

"Okay, okay, I have an idea," Kalmar said after a moment. "We let Janner decide."

Sara and Kal both turned to Janner.

"Well?" Kal's patience grew thin.

Janner thought about it, and finally responded after a moment.

"Well, considering the circumstances, and how I like Sara better than you at most times, my final answer is..."

Janner let a moment of suspense hang in the air.

"Kal, you have the amazing right to..."

Kal grinned as Sara shook her head.

"...to sit with either Maraly or Leeli."

Kal gaped as Sara sat next to her boyfriend, very happy. After a moment of being distraught, Kal turned and sat beside Maraly.

Artham, who was sitting in the drivers seat of the van, his patience growing thin, spoke up. "Is everyone buckled?"

"Yes." Came the reply, almost in complete unison.

Artham chuckled. He clicked the keys into the ignition, and started the engine.

"Alright, let's be off!"

And so they were off.