Unpack

Tripp sighs and plops down on the floor next to his suitcase. He spends the next few minutes unloading his clothes and school supplies, then lays down on the flowery pink bed to relax.

He can hear the waves lapping at the shore from his open window, and warm sunlight spills in over him. He runs a hand through his messy brown hair and closes his eyes, accidentally falling asleep for a bit.

When he wakes up, he pulls out his phone and checks his messages. There's one from Sam: "i went to go sign us up for classes. looked like u were napping. ill put ur name down and sign for u. meet me in the park at 5:30. if u arent up by 5 im sending holly in after u. god help u if it comes to that. ttyl."

Luckily it was well before 5'o'clock, so Tripp had some time to kill.

But how to spend it...