Great. Isn’t this just great.

Your younger sister, Rosie, took off as soon as you got to a little coast off England. And now? She’s took off again, though this time back to your grandpa’s house, leaving you in her dust.

You’re slowly walking until an army green duffle bag drops at your feet with a clang, causing you to stop, and after that comes a boy out of the bushes at your side.

Mysterious bags and boys coming out of the bushes! Just what you needed. This place has got it all.

He looks at you then speaks, “what?”

“Nothing, nothing—I’m just wondering why you didn’t use the gate.” You say, shrugging.

“Spying, are you?” He asks.

“Spying? No.” You tell him. “I’m staying at my grandpa’s.”

“I know.” He says, smirking, albeit briefly.

You pick up the bag and hold it in your hands with a curious look.

“Go on, then. Look inside.” He tells you. “Clearly, you think I’m up to something.”

Should you? Should you not? Honestly, you simply can’t decide. Curiosity or mystery?