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Mom excitedly pointed out the van window “Look, a horse!” My sister, Arya, and I both groaned. We had been driving through fields for five hours, and Mom had pointed out every horse and pig.
“Look out your side, Evanya!” Mom cried from the front passenger seat. “Pigs!”
I stared outside of my window and saw about twenty large pink pigs. “Nice pigs Mom,” I said, kicking Arya’s seat and rolling my eyes
“There’s a duck!” Arya exclaimed.
Now she was doing it!
I kicked the seat in front of me, Arya shrieked. “Mommm, is it possible to die from boredom?” I moaned.
“Blehhhh” Arya shouted. The kid is a joke, isn't she?
“I told you” Dad muttered to Mom. “A fifteen-year-old is too old to go on a long van trip.”
“And so is an eight-year-old!” Arya protested.
“How can you be bored?” Mom asked. “Look pigs!”
Dad sped up to pass a huge silver semi-truck. The roads twisted and turned through high, sloping hills. In the far distance, I could see snow-covered grassy mountains, rising through a thick mist.
“There’s so much amazing scenery to admire” Mom gushed.
“After a while, it looks like an old picture book” I complained.
Arya looked out her window. “Look! No Pigs or Horses!”
She doubled over, cackling. She thought that was the funniest thing anyone had ever heard. Arya really cracks herself up.
Mom turned her head from the front seat. She narrowed her eyes at Arya.
“Are you making fun of me?” she demanded.
“NoOo” Arya replied, sarcastically.
“Of course not” I chimed in. “Who would make fun of you Mom”
“We’re leaving Idaho,” Dad announced. “Wyoming is up ahead. We’ll be in those mountains soon enough.”
“Maybe we will see flying pigs!” I exclaimed sarcastically. Arya cackled, her face turning red.
Mom sighed. “Go ahead. Ruin the first family vacation in seven years.”
We hit a pothole. I heard the trailer bump behind us. Dad had hooked one of those small, rickety trailers to the back of our car. We had dragged it through the East.
The trailer was kind of boring at times. It had two narrow beds and one larger one built into the sides. And it had a table we could eat or play card games at. It even had a very small kitchen.
At night, we’d pull into a trailer camp. Dad would hook them up to water and electricity. And we spent the night inside, in our own private tiny home. We hit another bump. I heard the trailer bump behind us again. The car lurched forward as we started to climb up a hill and into the mountains.
“Mom, how do I know if I’m getting carsick?” Arya asked.
Mom turned back to us, frowning. “Arya you rarely get carsick,” she said in a very low voice. “Did you forget?”
“Oh right,” Arya replied. “I thought it might be something to do.”
“Arya!” Mom screamed. “If you’re so bored, color with crayons!”
“That's boringggg” Anya muttered.
I could see Mom’s face turning a tomato red. Mom doesn't look like Dad, Arya, and me. She is ginger and has blue eyes and fair skin, which turns red or pink easily. And she is kinda plump.
My dad, sister, and I are skinny and very pale. The three of us have blonde hair and green eyes.
“You kids don’t know how lucky you are,” Dad said. “You’re getting to see some pretty spectacular sights.”
“Aslan Howard got to go to football camp,” Anya grumbled. “And James Thurman got to go to sleepaway camp for eight weeks!”
“I wanted to go to sleepaway camp, too!” I protested.
“You’ll go to camp next summer” Mom replied sharply. “This is a chance of a lifetime!”
“But the chances of a lifetime are sooooo boring!” Anya complained.
“Evanya, entertain your sister,” Mom and Dad ordered.
“Excuse me?” I cried, “How am I supposed to entertain her?” “Play Car Geography,” Mom suggested. “Oh nooooo, not again!” Anya wailed.
“Go ahead, I’ll start,” Mom said. “Wyoming”
Wyoming ends with a G. So I had to think of a city that starts with a G. “Greensboro,” I said, “Anya your turn.”
“Hmmmmmm. A city starting with O …” My sister thought for a moment before twisting up her face. “I quit!”
My sister is such a bad sport. She takes games too seriously, and she HATES losing. Sometimes she gets so intense in balet, i really worry about her.
Sometimes when she thinks she can't win, she just quits. Like now
“What about Onondaga?” Dad asked.