"Somewhere in Central America." The older girl glanced up at the prairie.
"You know, it'd be great if we had a GPS or something." Ayla's younger sister gave her a meaningful look, and Kenny behind them laughed quietly.
Ayla glared at both of them. "Honestly, just give it up, won't you?" She snapped in her British accent which she had acquired from her English boarding school, and Kenny's grin just grew wider. She sighed. "We'll be seen, and tracked. We've got to stay off the grid."
Levi's glower matched her sister's. "There's something called change our names."
Levi's glower matched her sister's. "There's something called change our names."
"And there's also something called our parents aren't that stupid," Ayla responded just as hotly, and Kenny looked between the two of them like he was watching a tennis match. "We'll do it old school," the 17 year old girl told the younger two firmly, holding up a map of the world.
Levi shared a glance with Kenny, shrugged, and peered over at the map. "What place do you have in mind?"
Levi shared a glance with Kenny, shrugged, and peered over at the map. "What place do you have in mind?"
"Somewhere deserted," Ayla replied absently, scanning the map. There was silence among the group for a moment as the three all stared down at the map. "We're in Belize," Ayla said suddenly.
"What? How do you figure?" Levi gazed curiously at her sister.
"Remember the merchants that we passed? They were speaking English. People in Belize speak English, right? It's because they used to be a part of the British Empire, so now the official language is English. It's the only place in Central America that speaks with a British accent," Ayla told them. "So now, I think, we should go down along the Caribbean to Honduras, and then decide what to do here." She paused. "Er, Kenny, you know any Spanish?" She grinned slightly.
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