“Smile!” chorused her parents, grinning themselves as Elaine stood beneath the rusted sign marking this trail as Route Illinois Sixty-Six. Elaine scowled.
How dare they drag her trekking through some stupid American Jungle when everyone else she knew was off to the new Neptune Spa Resort, or Jupiter’s six month musical festival, Fiz Brain.
“Come on sweetie,” her father coaxed. “What’s the matter?”
“Earth,” she spat. “Who even comes here anymore?”
“It’s very popular according to the travel agent,” said her mother.
“With old people” Elaine snapped. “It’s totally lame!”
“No Dad! This sucks. You’re ruining my life!”