The Holiday

"You sure this is the right hotel?"

Through the taxi window, i see the top of the sun peak through onto the horizon, casting out crimson on the calm, gentle ocean.
"How exciting!" My mum says with tired eyes.

We are all exhausted as our flight was basically in the middle of the night.
"Nearly there now girls." My dad whispers. Whenever my dad is tired, its as if he doesnt have the energy to speak with a loud voice.

I look at my six year old sister, Cara who is wide awake, and doesnt show any signs of tiredness.
For the whole taxi journey, she has just sat, humming to herself with happiness.

My name is Eve, i am 17 years old and i am from England. Its the summer holidays, so me and my family are in Lanzarote, which is a small volcanic island. Anyways thats enough background info.

"We are here." I manage to make out, from what the taxi driver mumbled in a very strong spanish accent.
I step out of the taxi, to see people coming towards us to take our suitcases from us. The hotel is very grand, with marble floors and lots of very nicely dressed people.

"Dad, are you sure this is the right hotel?" I say suprised as to how fancy it is.
"I am certain." He responds with a smile.
After thanking the taxi driver we head inside the hotel, where i am given a wine glass with apple juice, and my parents get champagne!
We head to our room, and i am suprised we found it. The hotel is massive and i swear i even saw a waterfall at one point.
Our room is perfect. There is a kitchen and sitting area, and two bedrooms. A twin and a double, each with their own bathrooms.

The only downside is, i am sharing with Cara. I guess i will have to manage. For now, i need sleep.
"Night!" I shout before diving into my bed.
Oh. Wait. I need to put my pyjamas on. Ughhhh. And brush my teeth...

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