Ch. 12

Laura’s idea of fun was holding ourselves in our room while we watched reruns of “Gilmore Girls,” painted our nails and stuffed our faces full of junk food. I had to admit I was having a good time. However around midafternoon I was itching to go explore, and if that meant I ended up at the pool- I was okay with that.

“Hey, I’m thinking about going to check out the pool. Want to come?”

“Oh no chika, I just stuffed my face full of Doritos, I’m not swim suit ready.”

I chuckled, typical. “Totally fine, but I’m going to go anyway.”

She shrugged “Suit yourself, but I can’t promise to save you any munchies for later.”

I went into my room to dig through my suitcases, for a brief second I thought about staying in to unpack, but the need to swim was overwhelming,