(Although not everyone's related, we are all from the same school/area.)

"Underwear?"
"Yes."
"Sun block?"
"Yes."
"Passports?"
"Yes mom."
Anna had been interrogated by her mother about five times already within the space of two hours, as if Anna had suddenly removed everything from her suitcase and misplaced things since they last spoke. It was wearing away at Anna's sanity, and she kept trying to play music loudly and keep her door shut whilst packing so that her mother wouldn't be able to interrogate her easily - this idea was slightly flawed, evidently. 
"You also promise to be careful, don't you?" Her mother questioned. Anna's mother always seemed to become very agitated whenever it came to Anna's independence and having to take responsibility for her actions. Sometimes it felt like her mother lacked any hope in her at all, and it was very demotivating. After two more interrogations of Anna's suitcase's inventory, Anna's mother finally decided to drive her daughter to the airport. Anna was itching with anticipation, she didn't know what was going to happen and she knew that her friends were going to be there; and other familiar faces. She'd be expected to draw and paint things that she saw, naturally. Her mother had even said that she'd like Anna to create some pieces to be presented in an art gallery, that had unsettled Anna very severely when the announcement was made and it had caused her definite interest in the travel to Brazil. Her mother rambled and ranted about how worried she was and how much she'd miss Anna, and although Anna understood it was growing very tiresome. Anna's father had left both her and her mother when Anna was quite young - he had never had a real reason for his desertion of the family, at least, that's what Anna's mother insisted anyway. Anna hardly remembered the man, she was just too young. However, she knew that it was very hard for her mother when she was gone, because she was the only person her mother had, really. 

Naturally, Anna's mother had cried when saying goodbye to Anna at the airport terminal; and as Anna passed through passport check and the basic necessities to enter the airport it was only then that it dawned on her that she was now responsible for herself and solely independent. It unnerved her, and it was then that she wondered if this trip was actually going to reduce her levels of stress, or drastically increase it. She took a deep breath and received a few concerned glances from other travelers. She could do this, it wasn't going to be that difficult. The amount of time she had to get to her plane was quite short, so she grabbed a sub from a nearby shop in the airport and made haste for the plane. She wasn't going to miss it, she needed to prove to herself that she was at least semi-capable. She boarded the plane and prepared for her flight, and set herself up for some intense sleeping and music-listening sessions.

The flight felt a lot faster than she expected and she was at Rio de Janeiro-Galeão International Airport in no time. Her nerves were still very much present - or had at least returned - and as she went through everything that is necessary for departure and finished with baggage claim. She felt very anxious but very prepared for her own experience of independence and fun. She searched for a specific desk on the way out of the airport that specified "Teen Stress-relief!". The name was awfully bland and made Anna cringe whenever she said it, but by now she was too tired and groggy to really care. As she introduced herself to the people at the desk they ticked her name off and gave her a number of resources, this involved a [b]room layout/list[/b], a [b]room key[/b], and a [b]voucher that her room rent one vehicle between them[/b]. She knew that the company didn't offer transport to the location, so she grabbed a taxi - although she was unsure of traffic laws and scared she was signing a death-wish - and set off for the "hotel". She was unsure of whether to call it a hotel because she knew that it was only accommodating the people on the trip. She couldn't really think of anything better to call it at that point in time so she settled on calling it a "hotel" still. The trip didn't take that long, considering she wasn't far from Rio itself originally (not at all really), and she arrived at the "hotel". She was directed to her room as a Brazilian man - who was young and actually quite good-looking - carried her bags for her. She arrived at her - empty - room and smiled sheepishly but gratefully to the young Brazilian as he placed her bags at the door and left her to decide where she'd like to stay. She quickly picked a room and laid all of the essentials out in the room that she needed. She decided to hang around in the large living area that would be used for the other two - as she'd noticed two other rooms - people that were coming. She was nervous to meet them.

(Intros do not need to be excessively long, just please make sure you more or less arrive at your room in the first post please. Thanks!)