Description & Facts: Justin's POV I wanted to point out that this wasn't exactly a tour of New York City. But it didn't seem right. But still, as I looked around at everyone, I couldn't help but think that he was acting like we were all under ten. Or maybe it was just me. I didn't know. I guess you need to know him first. He pointed to a room with a view of the ocean, the waves were louder even in the hallway. Before he could say anything, Emma ran into the room, throwing herself down on the bed, her hair flying out everywhere as she cried out, "Dibs!" Aaron leaned against the doorframe. "I can ditch my roomie," he said to her, winking. "Wanna share?" "Pervert," Isabelle said under her breath. She wasn't one for players. Emma just giggled at his offer, gazing out to the window. "I'm in Heaven!" She squealed loudly. To be honest, I winced. "Screw people with the powers to bring me back to life! If this is death, I wanna stay here." "I have a suicidal friend," Lauren said, looking at her. "Best friend!" Emma corrected her. Lauren rolled her eyes. "Whatever." Mr. Turner laughed, then pointed to the rest of the rooms. "Okay, Aaron and Justin, your room in at the very end of the hall. And Isabelle and Lauren, just pick a room. Any room!" Isabelle nodded, brushing past him to walk towards the end of the hallway before heading into a room and shutting the door behind herself. I glanced over my shoulder, her bag was still in the living room. Aaron sighed, pushing himself off the frame. "I guess it's