What the hell is she doing? Is she, like, seriously five years old or something?? I fold my arms and toss my hair back, a move I've perfected over the years. That is how you do it, idiot.
"I'm here with my family," I say vaguely. "That's my brother down there." I turn and look at Sebastian, who's at the bottom of the hill practising bouncing his football off his head. Good thing he hasn't got any brain cells to destroy. "And I'm staying in... Oh, I don't know how to pronounce the name. It hasn't got any vowels in, I don't think."