“‘Emma, start packing! We need to leave at 1:00 P.M.!’ my mother yelled. Oh no… I forgot to pack! It was already 11 A.M.. I grabbed my shorts and a few shirts. I plugged in my phone and shoved my toiletries in my bag. My little sister came waddling in my room, holding her stuffed bear that she has had since she was born.”
“Emma, start packing! We need to leave at 1:00 P.M.!” my mother yelled. Oh no… I forgot to pack! It was already 11 A.M.. I grabbed my shorts and a few shirts. I plugged in my phone and shoved my toiletries in my bag. My little sister came waddling in my room, holding her stuffed bear that she has had since she was born.
“Sis, did you pack yet?” I questioned her.
“Uh, I think Mommy did yesterday,” she replied, unable to pronounce “th” and “s.”
“Okay, well I need to pack.” I turned around, my words fading. “OH NO! WHY DID YOU DO THAT?!” I screamed angrily. She was cutting my phone charger. I quickly ran over and picked her up, grabbing the cord out of her hand. What am I going to tell Mom? I thought. I brought my little sister down to the kitchen where my mother was.
“Uhh Mom? Kayla ruined my extension cord… ” I said with a sweet but harsh tone.
“O-M-G, is she okay?” she said, picking her up. “My sweet baby!” she cried.
“My sweet baby!” I mocked her under my breath.
“Why did you let her do that?!” she yelled as if I let her jump off a cliff.
“I did not! I was packing, and she just did it!” I panicked.
It was time to leave for the trip. We packed up the van and got in. I brought a lot of food like trail mix, Skittles, Twix, and beef jerky! When we started driving, my sister said it. What we all dreaded.
“I need to use the bathroom!” She grinned.
“Oh, for the sweet mercy of God! David!” my mother yelled to my dad.
“What should I do? Oh umm okay, sweetie? Pee in this bag.” He sweat.
“Mom, Dad, she will not pee in a bag next to me!” I emphasized so they knew I was serious.
“BAG PEE PEE!” my sister squealed as she grabbed it and pulled her pants down. I heard the pee going in the bag.
“Ewwww!” I exclaimed. I needed to take a nap…
I woke up from my nap. I was still tired, but I couldn’t fall back asleep because of my little sister eating. At least she was eating and wouldn’t start her “I’m hungry” campaign. I checked my phone, and it was 3:01 P.M.. We had been driving for two hours, so six more to go. I saw my phone was at five percent, so I asked to plug it in.
“Mom, can you plug my phone in?” I asked, full of hope.
“Sure, sweetie, but only till it hits 60. Daddy needs it,” she said. I could tell she was tired, but when you have a daughter like my sister, you are in for a long, annoying ride. I looked at my sister, eating a Twix.
“Hey, um, Kayla? Where did you get that?” I was worried she was eating my candy.
“I got from blue bag!” she said without a worry, but she better have been worried.
“What have you eaten?” I wasn’t in the mood to ask because knowing her, she ate all of it.
“I ate kittle, Twix, tale mix, and beef jerky,” she answered.
“OH NO! THAT WAS MY FOOD! WHY DID YOU DO THAT?!” I screamed furiously.
“I ate you food?” she said, putting it down.
“YES!” I yelled at her. I felt kind of bad yelling at a three-year-old, but she needed to be disciplined to not steal other people’s food. I hated her so much. So much. Candy Thief, candy thief, candy thief. That is what she was. I was too tired to complain now that I got my emotions out, and besides, we were going to a beach resort. Relaxation awaited. So I went to bed.
“Sweetie, we are here. Get up!” my mother frightened me. Awww we are here, I thought. I opened my eyes in three, two, one.
“AAAAAAAHH!” I screamed.
“What is wrong?” my mother said, worried.
“Well, the sign for this place is halfway lit up, it is hanging on by a screw, there is caution tape around the whole darn place, oh, and it is 12 miles away from the beach. And to top it all off, IT IS A MOTEL!” I scream with disgust. My parents and sister were silent. We went into our room, and it was gross. Spider webs were everywhere, bugs crawled up the walls, and wait. There was a queen bed and a twin. So I needed to share it with my sister. Oh. No. This. Would. Be. Torture! I grabbed my bag and laid my wash towel on the bed. I couldn’t bear sleeping on the bed, so I grabbed my backpack and used it as a pillow. My little sister kicked and talked in her sleep. But I knew it was just one night.
We woke up, and my little sister put the towel in my bag. “Thank you, Kayla,” I said. She just smiled. We decided to order food.
“Hi, we would like one breakfast burrito, a ham omelette, a chicken burrito, and a salad. Thank you.” I wanted the ham omelette. It sounded so good. When the food got here, I didn’t have an omelette. I got a weird carrot looking thing.
“Sister, do you want to trade? You don’t seem to like that,” my little sister said.
“Oh no, it is fine. But, I mean, sure?” I replied as she handed it to me. “Thank you!” I said. She smiled again.
It was now time for us to leave for the beach. We got in the van, and I was still tired after the kicking, talking, gross, bed phenomenon. I was ready to ride the waves. So was my sister. She fell asleep on my shoulder. So, you know, why not go to sleep too.
We got to the beach, and my sister wanted to swim. So, sure. I would swim with her. After all, she was the best sister ever.
Bronwyn, nice contrast between the two sisters! I could clearly picture the trip. You character’s voice was nicely done as well! I hope you find writing fun!