Sprawled in a valley with the snowclad foothills of the Andes forming a picture postcard backdrop, New Orleans was an enchanting city. Although the smog often hung low, that afternoon the air sparkled like crystal, the sun shone and the sky was blue. Here in the Southern Hemisphere, autumn had painted its vivid colors, and the light breeze which is stored in the trees sent leaves of bronze and yellow and scarlet shimmering down to decorate the pavement of the broad avenues. Her grandparents took the truck on a road trip, a trip she didn't want to be a part of.
“Jocelyn, why are you so quiet? You might get a headache from looking into the screen too much.”
“Quiet? Maybe it's because I willingly accepted this outing and I'm having so much fun.” Jocelyn replied.
“Hey Jocelyn, it's not that
