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Everybody in my family was in the suite when I got there. We were kind of in a bad spot. I didn't wanna leave the room, and Rodrick couldn't be out in the sun anyway. Mom said maybe we should call off the trip and head back home a day early. But Dad said we paid a lot of money for this trip and he refused to leave the resort until we had at least ONE decent meal. None of us wanted to eat at an outdoor restaurant because of the stupid birds. And we couldn't eat at the golf clubhouse, because we didn't have the clothes for it.

Just then, there was a loud crash on the other side of the room. The big suitcase that belonged to somebody else was split open on the floor. And there were clothes EVERYWHERE. Whoever this suitcase belonged to must've been a family just like us, because there were clothes in all different sizes. But they weren't just beach clothes. There were also the kind of clothes you'd wear to church or a nice restaurant.

I looked at Dad, and I could tell he was thinking what I was thinking: These clothes were our ticket to getting into the golf clubhouse. Mom said she didn't feel right about wearing someone else's clothes. But Dad said that after we were done using them, we'd pack everything back up and make sure the suitcase got to the family it belonged to. I think that made Mom feel better, so we started trying things on. The only person who couldn't find clothes that fit was RODRICK. But Mom said he needed to stay covered up from the sun anyway, so she gave him a robe and a shirt to put on over it.

I gotta say, when we stepped out of our building, we looked pretty SHARP. Rodrick's outfit even worked in its own way. We walked toward the clubhouse, and I kept my eye out for any tweens who might recognize me. But we made it to the restaurant without any run ins.

THIS time, they let us in. And I had the best meal I've eaten in my whole life. After we finished dessert, none of us really wanted to head back to the room. So we had a little fun on the putting green first.

The truth is, my family NEVER has a good time together. So for a second there I could kind of see how this family vacation thing is supposed to work. But what I've learned is that nothing good ever LASTS. A security guard drove up to the putting green in a golf cart, got out, and said we needed to come with him. When Dad asked him WHY the security guard said that another family at the restaurant had reported us for wearing their CLOTHES.