“Honey, how would you feel about driving to florida with your father?”
“Florida? Mom, we live in Maine! Do you know how far Florida is?”
“Yes! It’s only about 3 days away!”
“Exactly my point mom! You know how I get!”
“Well, honey I thought this would be good for you! I already told your father yes!”
I groaned.
When my mom said something, she meant it.
My name is Camile, Cammy for short. I have red hair and some freckles on my nose. I’m 13 years old. I have a younger brother named Zack who is 3. My parents are Fred and Maria. They both loved each other very much.
“Ok. Fine. I’ll go! When is the trip?”
“Great! My mom squealed! Tommarow!”
“Tommarow?”
I better start packing.
I went into my room and started to pack. I was actually starting to think I’d have fun with my dad. My mom really wanted us to go. Right now, she was convincing Zack to go to.
I smiled. I guess I was going to have fun after all.
Later, I found out I’d be frowning big time.