Sometimes, I don’t want to do something, to go somewhere. I beleive that, whatever the thing is, will be horrible. But sometimes, that thing, that I dreaded so much, ends up being a fond memory. Yesterday was one of those days.
We woke up early; We were going to take pictures, like we had the day before. I got into the cramped car, turned my tablet on, and open my book. My book was
The Lemoncholy Life of Annie Aster.
We drove for a while, I don’t know how long, but I know it was long enough to make me want to throw up. My dad stoped the car at the summer camp my brother works at, and my mom and brother got out, causing quite the commotion. My sisters shouted that they wanted out, but my mom said no. After my mom and brother left, I unbuckled, and got out of the car. I stretched as my other sisters got out, followed by my dad. They (My sisters) starting walking towards the pasture behind the barn, where two donkeys and a horse were.