Original writing - A place in the sun

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I eventually reached the doors. The plane had touched down what seemed like an eternity ago and my palms were itching with anticipation. Although I had been to the Costa del Sol many times before the feeling of excitement was the same.

    A strong gust of warm, stuffy air hit me instantly as I emerged from the plane, a feeling I knew well. A small bus awaited our arrival and took us to the main building. ‘Baggage Reclaim’, a large sign directed us to our luggage, however, as usual when we arrived there wasn’t a sign of any baggage whatsoever.

    “Ah, here we go.” A plump old lady standing over my shoulder whispered in my ear. She had obviously overheard my dad and I talking about what the suitcase looked like for the last ten minutes. I smiled politely and turned my attention to the prams coming our way. The suitcases soon followed.

    This year, I was travelling with my dad only, a new experience. Usually the whole family travelled together except due to our timeshare weeks overlapping with the school term, I was to be staying for a week only, whilst my brother and mum stayed the full fortnight. They had arrived the previous day and were waiting to collect us from the arrivals lounge.

    The suitcases and rucksacks were steadily looping by. We had already hauled off one of our suitcases but still awaited our second. Most of the other passengers had dispersed out into the Costa del Sol by now; my dad and I were getting worried. A suspicious looking green bag had gone past at least 10 times. At this point I remained oblivious to the fact that this was the evasive case we were looking for. Another few minutes went by before it finally clicked, although I must admit the suitcase wasn’t how I remembered it.

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    We hurried along to the arrivals lounge where my mum stood impatiently,

    “I was getting worried for a minute there, why did you take so long?”

    “Well… our bags were the last to come off, but lets get going, I’m dying for a swim.” I murmured   hurriedly. My mother led us to a white Punto in the nearby car park. The airport was a busy place that afternoon, people and cars rushing about like ants on a hot day. The queue for the exit however was rather more sedate. Snails with heavy ...

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