13 is supposed to be an unlucky number? I don’t care. I don’t care about many things. 2 weeks have passed since our ‘Holland plan’. In less than a month, I’ll see him. Excited, trying not to show it. It’s hard, but I know what I’ve got to lose. I have my tickets, well hidden in my desk. We’ve booked a hostel for 3 nights. Putting all our pocket money together, we have 430euros. Adam did really insist giving me his money, and I finally accepted. He says if I need to stay longer, then I’ll have enough money for at least another week.

I think I was quite wrong when I said even my family left me behind. Not my brother. I don’t know how I would have done a so great plan without him. He’s younger and he is just looking as if he was I dunno, 20 :). I’m sure brothers like him are rare. Very rare.

Today we’re going to the beach. Yay, an exotic beach in Brittany. Sorry, we’re not at the Reunion anymore. What you’ll get is a little beach, with thick sand, and water at 16 degrees. I bet you’re so tempted? Yeah, me too.

“The tide is rising, we shouldn’t go that near.”

- “Yes, you’re right. Let’s go there, open the baskets and take your sandwiches”

While eating my ham sandwich, I’m looking at the sea. This blue sea, with all its seagulls waiting for an opportunity to attack our picnic. Mom, who went to touch the water, says that it’s “ok”. Ok? I’m not swimming in that icy thing among seaweed.

My parents go walking along the coast, and Adam convinces me to go in the water. He’s pretty good at convincing. I put my feet and I’m immediately freezing. Concentrating onto my feet, I don’t see my brother throwing water towards me. Well, I do see him, but once I’m all wet and screaming and swearing. He laughs, and that makes me laugh too. I’m wet, I guess now there’s no difference between staying out or in. So I go inside, swimming underwater, then doing seaweed duels. Finally, getting cold, we get out and play beach volley.

On the trip back home, I’m exhausted, and just hoping my comedy tricked my parents. I go to bed early, checking my tickets are still there, my tickets leading to hope and love.