Chapter 1- Entry Trouble

                                    

                                          
"Hurry up! Now!" I yelled. "Waaah! Mum, can you cawwy my shootcase?" That was my brother. He's 3 years old. "No, I've had enough of you complaining," replied mum, rolling her suitcase through the airport doors. "Ok, no time to waste, where's the place to pp-u-tt oooo-uu-r bb-aa-gs dddoooowwwn......" dad slowed down at the end of his sentence when he noticed how big the queue was. "Oh ****!" "That's £5 to the swear jar when we get back home," I said, quickly. "Hey, no, let me go back home and get the swear jar right now!" Said my brother, using this as an opportunity to escape. "Stop right there!" Mum went after him. Meanwhile, I had noticed a vending machine about 20 feet away from me. I didn't have any cash on me, but I knew another way. I went back into the car park where mum was still chasing my brother, and the walked over to one of the paying machines. The change is really hard to get out of the slot, but I have long nails so I can always do it. I put my arm into the change slot, and then pulled out £3. Some people just really don't care about losing change, I thought to myself as I went over to the vending machine. After I had joined the queue with 2 chocolate bars, dad came over to me and said that one of the chocolate bars had to be for my brother. "Oh come on, please no!" I yelled, then stopping because I noticed mum coming back inside with her wallet open. "Ahem, I don't think I'll need to pay five pounds to the jar any more," Said mum. "Why?" I said. "Because I've just paid £400 due to your brother tearing down a huge advertisement poster." As if things couldn't get worse, I could sense a tantrum coming up. And when my brother tantrums, it is really, really awful.