Flies danced around my room filling it with an annoying buzz, mixed with heat radiating off of the glass window panes; my room was attempting to stir me. My body was mangled up in a white crocheted blanket and my head was draped over the edge of the bed, bits of wavy pale blonde hair picking up dust off the floor. A fly landed on my nose, walking around on it and caused a small tickle; I unconsciously reached to scratch it.

FLOOP!

"WHA!" I perked my head up as I laid on the floor.

The shift in my body weight distribution on the bed as I reached to scratch my noise must have been enough for me to fall off.

A tired groan escaped through my pale pink lips as I picked myself off the wooden floor and plopped myself stomach first back onto the bed. The aqua tinted light blue orbs I called eyes fixed themselves on my phone. I had a strange nagging feeling inside of me somewhere that was trying to remind me that I had something important to do today. My right hand reached out towards the phone and hooked my index finger's nail in between the phone cover and phone, slowly dragging it along the bedside table towards my hungry eyes.

"It's already 10:28am!" I scrambled off the bed with a newly found energy.

I paused for a brief moment to quickly glance down at what I was wearing; a plain white T-shirt with a small orange juice stain at the bottom of the shirt and a pair of mid thigh length ripped blue jean shorts. With a shrug I ignored what I was wearing and didn't care that these were the same clothes I slept in.

I slammed my phone into the side pocket of the shorts and flew out off the bedroom, picking up the ute keys and quickly looked at a note Lucy left that said she is going to take the bus to get to school and back. I snatched a slightly bruised banana and saw another note on the fridge.

Note: written in dad's signature messy writing
Girls, Bruce called me up last night and said he's going on a fishing trip
Long story short, but by the time you both wake up I would already be on a plane to Hobart
Sorry, but I'm not turning down a free fishing trip
I'll be away for about a month
P.S. Louise make sure Saga doesn't burn the house down
Love you both XOXO
-Dad

I smirked at the note while twirling the banana around in my hand. Looks like dad found the ticket I bought him and that voice disguising app worked very well on old Bruce. It's almost scary with how well this plan worked, all I had to do was call up my mum and ask her to give me almost a thousand dollars (she's loaded!); I told her I was planning on buy a dress, NOT IN THIS LIFETIME! Then I bought the tickets online, printed dad out his and emailed Bruce his. I put dad's in the letterbox and called Bruce up pretending to be a fake radio presenter saying that he randomly won a free fishing trip for a month in Tasmania; AM I A GENIUS OR WHAT!?!

I sprinted out of the kitchen with the ute's keys and a banana in my hand, quickly shoving on a pair of old thongs onto my feet and ran out of the house, slamming the fly screen door behind me. I was practically galloping towards my ute and threw myself through the window like usual, snapping straight into action and driving away. It was just gonna be me, Russell, the radio and the occasional dead roo on the side of the road for the next two and a half hours to the airport.

...

This is such an awesome feeling, I was waiting at the airport with a sign in my hands waiting at the only terminal in the airport waiting for the four boys. I had no idea what they looked like other than the fact that Burnie told me that they were all blondies like me, which was admittedly really cool because there was very few natural blondes in my town; yet another reason why I crave to looked more like my sister. And what I mean by very few blondes I literally mean there is only two, but there used to be three, then my mum moved to Brissy; just me and Burnie are the only blondies in our town and for hundreds of kilometres around here.

The airport wasn't anything modern or posh, but was still a functioning airport that in once a blue moon would have a grand total of about two arrivals and two departures and non of them being international or out of state. The sign I held had the four boys first and last names written on it, so they could recognise me. I felt like I was in one of those movies that had a chauffeur or Butler standing in a big fancy airport holding a sign with the main character's name on it, waiting to escort them to a mansion they inherited or something like that.

I glanced over at the clock and realised that it was almost two, I knew that their plane was late, but this is kinda ridiculous. The smell of freshly grinder coffee filled my nose, so I gave up and decided to grab a quick cup of overly priced caffeine.

...

Someone was patting on my shoulder and I rose up my tired head, glancing around and noticed that I must have fallen asleep at a table that had almost half a dozen empty takeaway coffee cups.

"Excuse me miss, but are you Miss Quinn?" A polite British voice spoke softly beside me.

I turned my head around and saw my sign resting up against my chair, then looked up at the person who was talking to me, taking in his features. Glistening emerald green eyes, eyebrows bushier that the actual bush, soft pale skin, blonde hair... wait what!?! BLONDE HAIR!

"Blondie!" I shouted out stupidly while pointing at him, I wasn't thinking at all.

He was clearly taken back by my sudden burst of psychotic behaviour and placed his hands out in front of his chest trying to back me off and keep is personal bubble Saga free.

Three more confused heads poked out from behind his back and they stared at me like I was a total nutter.

I jumped out from my seat and pointed at them all, cheering,"Blondie-sssss" I said dragging out the S.

"Um, dudette. Are you okay?" One of the boys said in an American accent.

I jumped on one of my feet and pointed at him like a hunting dog,"American!"

I was making a complete fool of myself, I sounded like that dog of a movie about some old dude that tied balloons to his house and the dog kept saying 'squirrel'. Actually I would have been viewed as more sane if I just went around yelling squirrel, even though there are no squirrels in Australia.

They all seemed rather uncomfortable around me, when I finally took notice of this I stopped and took a better look at them. All blondes, one had similar looking hair to mine, the American had a cowlick kinda thing going on, the one that spoke to me had a similar haircut which reminded me of James's hairstyle and the last one had a weird curl type thing going on in the front of his face. Three out of the four had blue eyes, but the one with the impressive curl had a deeper blue compared to the other two with lighter blue eyes; then there was the odd one out, Mr bushy eyebrowed emerald eyes.

They all awkwardly looked at me for a moment before I snapped out of my daze and realised that I was staring at them with a challenging gaze.

"Sorry, I got a little excited. You all four bring our town's blonde total up to six people now!" I said while picking up the sign.

"Is that counting yourself and our uncle?" The British sounding boy questioned.

I smiled,"Correct a mondo!" Pointing at the names on the cardboard sign and looking up at them,"Names and nationalities, fire away boys!"

Bush brows seemed a little confused and looked at the others quickly, but answered,"Um, hello love, I'm Arthur Kirkland and I'm from the United Kingdom." Confidence filled his nervous face,"I like your accent, rather similar to mine."

I nodded my head and put a hand on my hip,"Okay so your the Brit. And cheers mate, sounds like you've had yours longer than mine though, I bought mine from the servo this morin' on the way here."

He blinked at me.

"I'm pullin' your leg, I'm only messin' with ya Artie!" I said with a cocky grin on my face.

He frowned at me for a second and set his attention on the American who was about to introduce himself.

"I'm Alfred. F. Jones and from the United States, but I guess you could already tell that I'm American!" His voice was louder that Arthur's and full of enthusiasm.

I nodded my head and smiled, waiting for the next one to introduce themselves.

"Bonjour, I am Francis Bonnefoy and I'm from the country of passion and love." His words flew out his mouth in a rhythm of pride and grace, heavily coated in an obvious French accent.

"France?" I questioned.

"Oui!"(yes) He said with a sly smirk dancing across his lips.

I fixed my eyes on the last person who I assumed was the Canadian and Alfred's twin, he hasn't said anything at all yet; he seemed painfully shy.

"Hey, I'm Matthew Williams and from Canada." His sentence started out quiet and timid, but towards the end of the sentence he appeared to have became more comfortable, displaying off his Canadian accent.

I smiled and nodded my head at him, but couldn't help but wonder why the twins had different surnames. Meh, doesn't concern me.

"I'm Saga." I said while putting the sign on the table next to the coffee cups.

Arthur looked at me oddly,"Beg your pardon, your name is, Saga?"

I bowed at him and put on my best British accent,"Right you are my good sir."

His face went blank and didn't seem to be offended by the accent, gee I must do great British accents, I didn't offend an actual Brit.

"Is it your actual birth name, on your birth certificate and all that?" A sweet Canadian accent caught me off guard.

I looked up at him and rubbed my elbow,"People have called me Saga ever since I was a baby so it kinda is my real name I guess, but no. My actual birth name is Acacia Kelly Quinn, I hardly ever use this name though, too formal for my taste."

"Quinn?" Alfred looked at my with a smirk when he said that.

I pointed at him in a defensive stance,"Oi! No Batman jokes about my surname!" I smiled at the end so I wouldn't seem threatening.

"Acac--" the Brit started but I shot him down.

"Saga! Just call me Saga." I smiled and rubbed my hands together before chucking my thumb over my shoulder,"So, should we start heading out, by the time we get home it would be about eight and we have school in the morin'. Grab your stuff and follow me, I parked Russell out front."

"Russell?" A thick French accent asked behind me

"Yeah, ma' ute." I answered while walking in front of them.

"Ute?" An American accent repeated.

I smiled and softly swayed my head side to side,"That's what we call a truck!"

"Oh!"

I had no idea which one said that, but I softly giggled to myself.

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Servo = service station or gas station or petrol station

Thank you for reading!

~BlueTimeFly