You're a troubled kid. Or so, your mother says. You go to school and come home and lock the door, different musical soundtracks are always on. Your mother says you need more friends. You are perfectly fine with your friends. All five. You're packing. The flight is smooth. You sat next to a crying baby so that part absolutely sucked. You arrive in your cabin. There's three kids there already. A girl with gorgeous brown skin, curly brown hair and hazel eyes and perfect glasses. Two other guys. There's a blonde with a green and brown eye who's talking a lot. There's a brunette with hazel eyes and olive skin and freckles standing to the side. There are two parts to the cabin separated by far hallways two beds in each part. Who's gonna rook with who?