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"Line up for bus number three!" the man yelled

"How many buses do they have?" Brontë asked nervously "I don’t want to be left behind"

"I’ll call your cell if I find it," Sharon said "Leave your suitcase here, and I’ll watch it for you"

Bront&eu for thepassport Sharon had been awful to roo days She was almost at the point where she didn’t care if Sharon stayed or not And now there was a freaking hurricane on the hich just o from bad to worse "There’s a hurricane, Sharon I’ to bother to check everyone’s passports They’ll let you on without it"

"Please, Brontë," Sharon said, and her voice sounded tearful even as she began to rip her suitcases open and frantically dig into"Help me, Brontë It won’t take five minutes! I promise I won’t let the here It’s going to take them an hour to evacuate everyone"

There were a lot of people, Brontë had to admit And there had been a line at the elevator upstairs It would take a while for the resort to clear out She thought of the upset wobble in Sharon’s voice Dah, she pulled out her cellphone and waved it in front of Sharon’s face "Call me the moment you find it," she said in a firm voice "Hurry," Sharon told her

No "Thank you" No "I appreciate it" No "You’re the best" Just a "Hurry" Figured Parking her suitcase next to Sharon, she turned and ran for the elevator

She was definitely going on the next trip alone

The passport wasn’t in the room At least, Brontë was pretty sure it wasn’t It was hard to tell with the s But Bront&euh the assortment of half-used bottles in the small bathroom, shaken out every towel, and even looked between the otten a call froo back without Sharon’s passport, she checked one more time Anxiety made her stomach feel as if it were tied in knots Were the buses still downstairs? They wouldn’t leave anyone behind, would they?

Bront&eu even harder, the skies gray and dark It was i out there except more rain

She checked under the bed one last ti to have to adlance at the empty room, Brontë closed the door behind her

The hall was e off over the loudspeakers Crossing her arms over her chest, she headed to the elevator and hit the button She dru like a million years She checked the screen of her phone for a

The elevator door chi a lone occupant A ray suit stood at the back of the elevator There was a white na that he worked at the hotel He frowned at the sight of Bront&eu as if he was incredibly annoyed that the elevator had bothered to stop on her floor

Yeah, well, she was annoyed, too Bront&euh it was already lit up She punched it a few ood measure Great She was probably in the elevator with the one back to the rooer, she’d have filled his ears with complaints about how horrible the hotel was The free hotel

She stared at the buttons, watching theht up as the elevator moved doenty floors, and she’d been on the nineteenth The man on the elevator must have been in the floor above her The penthouse If she had to guess, Bront&euuests had been evacuated first Maybe the

They were evacuating the entire island Good lord Soso hard to ht her at every turn, as if deter" Brontë’d never felt so stressed out in her entire life

A freaking hurricane The perfect way to cap off the world’s most horrible vacation

The elevator panel lit up on two Bront&eu for it to roll over to one And waited

And waited

The elevator shuddered just as the poent out The elevator car was plunged into darkness, and Bront&eu her

"Great," the reat"

A hysterical giggle rose in Brontë’s throat Nope That was the perfect way to cap off the world’s most horrible vacation

Chapter Two

Bront&euhter echoed in the s the silence She couldn’t seem to stop It was just so ridiculous She’d been stuck in as supposed to be paradise with a horrible roomie and a hurricane No she was trapped in an elevator with a stranger Truly, she must have racked up some sort of hellish karlad you find this funny," thetone "I assure you that I do not"

"It’s funny because it’s so awful," Bront&eules "This is the worst day ever"

"I don’t laugh when I’ situation"

"I do," she said, and burst into les They were part hysteria, of course, and part anxiety Not exactly endearing her to the ized, but it cahter "I’her I’ll try to stop"