11: Call me Nunny

Jillie's POV

"Mallory, wake up because I'm not catching you if you fall over."

"Jillie, it's too early. I don't see why we had to be here at five anyway."

"To make it through processing before the plane leaves."

"Well, why didn't you book something later?"

"Because we have to check into the hotel before four," I told her as my dad took the last of our suitcases out of the car.

"Alright, girls. Be careful and have fun."

"We will. Bye, Daddy."

"Bye, princess," he said, hugging me and kissing my forehead.

"Bye Ean," Mallory said.

"By Mal," he responded, hugging her.

I pulled both of my luggage suitcases and carried my carry-on as Mallory pulled her oversized luggage suitcases, carried a huge duffle bag and a carry-on. We spotted people from our school and made our way over. Mr. and Mrs. Key were both in the center of the group.

"Hey, Jillie." Mrs. Key said when she saw me.

"Hey," I replied.

"We need to get a head count so we can start moving through checkpoints. I