As our parents checked in, Lime got her room key from her mom and we raced into an elevator, heading for the third floor. Our room was 302. Lime and I raced out of the elevator just as excited and down the hall towards 302. We paused outside the big, well painted white door. Just as Lime slid in the key card, a pink penguin came waddling towards them. "Hello!" She called. "Are you Lemon and Lime, the children of Mr. Swift and Mrs. Stroodle?" She asked. Lime and I nodded. "Who are you, though?" I asked as Lime and I entered the room, the pink penguin following us inside. "I'm Lace, a tour guide around here. We've got an indoor pool and beach entrance closest to you is numbered 217." Lime nodded. "Cool." We both looked into the room. It was large and luxurious with 2 couches, some chairs, a TV, beds, duh, bamboo in a pot, a fluffy yellow carpet, and a balcony with a hammock. "Wow..." we both said, gaping jaws. "Yup! You've got one of the rooms a floor about club level, so you can eat breakfast one floor down!" Lace said excitedly. I grinned broadly. This vacation seemed awesome already, and now we befriended a tour guide of our own.
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