That night, while we were finishing packing, we talked about how much fun our vacation was going to be. I, of course, needed to be on the computer and phone the entire time, to make sure everyone was organized and ready. The bus was coming to pick us up early the next morning, so we all needed to be ready.
By the time we all went to sleep, it was around 11. We all knew we needed to be up and ready to be picked up at 7. No one liked the idea of getting up that early, but it was either that or not go on vacation.
We were ready and being picked up one by one. I was the last one to be picked up, but I didn’t notice since I was half asleep the entire time. I didn’t even realize that we had left my house, until Kim moved and woke me up.
It wasn’t too fun waking up not knowing where you are. I woke up screamed, fell out of my seat, and fell back asleep in the aisle without me even realizing I was on my way to the airport. When we finally got to the airport, everyone told me about my sleep screaming, as they called it. I didn’t care because as soon as we were on the plane, I feel asleep again.
I woke up in a nice soft chair on the beach, facing the clear ocean water. I was a bit scared to be here, but I just looked around to figure out my surroundings. Nothing looked familiar. I saw the ocean in front of me, a big building behind me, and to my far right was a lot of trees, probably a forest of some sort. Everything was kind of scary and it only got worse.
“Morning sleepyhead,” Kim said as she hugged me.
She actually knocked me off the chair I was sitting in. She then started to laugh as I became more and more scared by the second. Then from my left entered a bunch more kids that I couldn’t identify.
“Erica,” one of them had shouted at me as she ran to the ocean, “This is the best vacation ever!”
I didn’t know what to say. Was she talking to me? Since everyone was looking at me I guess she was. All I could think to do was ask, “Whose Erica?” with a puzzled expression on my face.