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Stuck on a Roadtrip
Basically, you ever asked me what would I most think about? I would say “San Diego.” Why? you may ask because it was the place where I could jump and play all the time when I was small (where I was born) and some of my best friends are there, but now, we have new friends and have our own interests and have been away with no connections for so long. We aren’t really friends anymore. But one thing that was my favorite and has always been, SeaWorld. It was my favorite amusement park ever! But ever since we left to move to LA, it was boring all the time.
But one day, when it was almost summer break. I didn’t know where we were going to, but my parents were smiling and stuff. (well, my mom) When I asked where we were going, they were like “ You’ll see when we go there.” Soon it was officially summer break, and soon after we packed our stuff we were and was going into the car.
“ Sooo... where are we going?” I asked
“ Just sit down and play your game or watch your stuff.” my dad grumbled from the front
Geez, My dad had always been rude to me, and sometimes my mom just for no reason has these meltdowns and rages on me. So I just did what they said and watched Minecraft and played Pokemon, as it grew darker, I grew more sleepy. And at some time I dozed off and woke up in the morning to see the car still driving.
“ Mornin’ sleepy head, we’re almost there!” I heard a cheery high pitched voice as I was still half asleep.
I decided to eat some breakfast and have a nice little nap, except for one little teensy weensy problem. MY DAD WAS BLASTING AWAY WITH HIS ROCK MUSIC!!!!!! That was the problem, and I had to be awake while being drowned in ear-splitting music that was about to reach the very limit before I became deaf. At least I could wear headphones to block some of the sounds that were about to make me go insane.
Suddenly we stopped, the first thing I felt when the car stopped was the heat, as the car was moving the AC was on so I had the cool winter breeze in my face and I felt a little cold. But now that that wasn’t happening anymore, I was sweating profusely and the beads of sweat trickled down into my eyes as I caught a whiff of something nasty. “OW!” I shouted more because I went tumbling down to the car’s floor when it abruptly halted to a screech and drummed against a chair, but the eyes also felt pain too.
“What is that smell and where is the smell coming from?” I gagged as I was rubbing my head where I had smashed into, I felt a tiny bump on the back of my head. I also was trying to keep the putrid smell away from my nose.
As I sat up I saw the most horrific thing that could’ve happened to me my entire life, I watched as the hooves clopped to a patch of fresh green grass and saw their tails whacking at flies and other pests that fly around their butt. And I soon realized we were in a cow farm, it’s not that I don’t like cows, it’s just that whenever there is a cow farm, there are big piles of manure so farmers could grow more grass for cows to eat.
And right then there was a huge pile of manure plopped right next to us, the smell reeked and smelled like, well if you’re in a house, close your windows and go the bathroom in your toilet for a week. Don’t flush. Let it sit there for another two weeks. That’s what it smelled like out there, my dad was sleeping and was kinda drooling saying crazy talk
“Fish follow me huh? So I’ll call you….” he trailed off.
But when the foul wind from the dung heap wafted in, he started to snort then unexpectedly woke up and shouted.
“Alright who farted and made me wake from my sweet dreams! I was having the most wonderful time playing with my doll”
When my dad saw the pile of droppings, he immediately shut his mouth and pretended to fall back to sleep.
“Why did we stop?” I snickered when I finally stopped laughing and wiped tears out of my eyes.
“The car is out of gas.” My mom answered back tapping the fuel tank meter.
“Then how will we go anywhere?! We’re 5 miles away from any buildings! And there is absolutely no reception here in the middle of nowhere!”
“I know, but I’m sure that we’ll solve this simple little problem! We can just ask people here for help!" My mom laughed out loud.
I sighed, my mom was always so positive, but my dad was always so negative. Could the old saying opposites attract be true?!
“That’ll never work, we’ll be stuck here until some police rescue us. And who knows when they’ll be here.” I heard a deep voice talk from the front.
“Oh really? So how about while we wait, let’s have a nice long chat of what your dream was about.” I said smugly.
“Fine, we’ll see if anyone will be willing to help us, but I think this is a bad idea.”
So we got out of the car and tried to get help from people but since we were 3 people and most people passing were on a trip, they all rejected us.
“I told you it wouldn’t work.”
“We have to sacrifice someone!” My mom declared
“What do you mean?” I was confused, what were we going to do?
“We have to keep a person here so that only two people can go, it’s much more convenient”
“Well I can’t stay here, I’m the youngest.”
“Your dad can stay.”
“What!? Why me!?”
Then my mom shot my dad a glare that usually makes all of the people who look at it listen to her. I shivered, even my mom has a creepy side to her.
“Fine I’ll stay, but if something happens to me you’ll have to pay for it!”
So as my dad grumpily stomped towards the car while my mom and I continued to ask for a ride to get help. And soon after a car stopped and helped us to go to the nearest town to get a tow truck to help drag our car. When we got to where our car was we saw my dad running to us and screaming.
“Where have you been!? Do you know how hungry I was!? And how boring it was without anything to do!? And I was so hot I couldn’t sleep at all!?”
I kinda laughed at what my dad looked like, he had beads of sweat all over his face. And his shirt’s collar was covered with sweat, his hair was crazy and all over the place.
“Sorry, we had some difficulties coming here, but here’s some food.” My mom chuckled as she held up a bag of McDonalds that had a cheeseburger, french fries, and a milkshake.
When my dad saw the food, he snatched it and retreated to the tow truck where there was the AC on. I smiled at my mom and started to laugh so hard I had to lean on her. My mom did the same, and then when we finally settled down as we walked towards the truck and I thought this day couldn’t get any better.
But it did, the very next day we stopped at San Diego’s Seaworld! Everything had changed and I had so much fun like it was my first time there. This was the best summer break ever!

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