This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and events are either product of the Authors imagination or are used fictionally. Any resemblance to actual events, locates or persons, living or dead is entirely coincidently.
Copyright © Chloe Haynes 2013
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Some things are just destined to happen.
“Thanks” I tell the taxi driver as he drops me and my brother Josh off at the Brisbane airport, “Here’s thirty bucks, twenty dollars tip and twenty for Hailee”
“Thank you so, so much” the poor taxi driver says, “Bye Josh. Bye Destiny” he says as he drives off smiling.
I’ll never be like my parents. They would probably make the man drive them for free and then sue him for not being accommodating by not smiling or talking or something stupid like that.
The taxi man and I have a lot in common; we both have a sibling with a special need. His younger sister Hailee has Autism and Ben my younger brother has Down syndrome.
I take Josh’s hand and head into the airport. He doesn’t talk much in public.
We put our luggage through the scanners and go and line up behind the long line of passengers waiting to get on the plane to Adelaide.
We land in Adelaide at ten o’clock the next morning. I shake Josh until he wakes from his deep sleep and even though I am on the verge of falling asleep myself I manage pull him out of the plane and into the airport luggage area. We drowsily grab our luggage -which only consists of two suitcases each- and head to the café to buy a coffee.
Once I finished my coffee and Josh finished his tea we go outside and catch a taxi to Hila Hotel, one of the many hotels our parents own.
When we get inside the hotel, I go up to the lady at the counter and pay for a room to stay in with the credit card Dad gave me, which has unlimited access to his bank account.
“Can we please have your most spacious room to stay in for a couple of months?” I ask sweetly to the elderly lady.
“How old are you?” she questions, “because I can’t let you stay here without parental permission if you’re under eighteen”.
“I’m sixteen and Josh is fourteen and we’re the children of the owners of this place. See”, I say as I hold up a card Mum gave me that proves that I can stay at any of my parents hotels- there’s five in every capital city in Australia and some out in the country- at half price no matter what my age. Not that I ever pay half price, I always pay the full price.
My parents are stuck up snobs and want me and Josh to be too, that’s why we left, to get away from them for a while. I told them we were going on a holiday again and as usual they let us go. They don’t even ask where we’re going or how long we’ll be. In fact I think they like it when I take Josh away, they don’t care for him as much as they do me, which I hate them for. He is just like me but shyer and extremely unsociable around people he doesn’t know. He is only himself when he is with family, he doesn’t have many friends and spends most of his time in his room reading, like me but I go out and have fun every now and again.
We go on a trip every time its school holidays, usually to other family or holiday parks and we always go to get a break from them telling us that we’re better then everyone else and that people do what we say and we get what we want.