“Wake up, it’s time to leave,” my mom screamed at me, waking me up from my peaceful slumber. “I’m awake,” I replied, feeling a headache already forming, “You don’t have to be so loud.” I looked at the digital clock resting on the bedside table; it was only 6:30 a.m. It should be illegal to be awake this early on a Saturday morning Then I realized it wasn’t a normal Saturday morning. Today was July 19, 2016. The day we would be departing from Pearson, Ga and arriving to Miami Beach, Florida a few hours later. Remembering that took a lot of energy, so I crawled under the covers and tried to go back to sleep. Then my little brother came in with one shoe on his left foot, and I guessed he was looking for his other shoe. So I crawled out of my haven, walked…show more content… Since he wouldn’t give them back, I asked him in a sad voice if I could have at least one. He ended up letting me get as many gummy bears as I wanted. A couple of hours after what I call the gummy bear incident, we realized that we had driven past the same building five times already. My dad glanced over at my mum and noticed that the map looked upside down. We were lost. I should have known we wouldn’t get to Miami without any major incidents. Then my younger brother started to cry, even after he ate my gummy bears. I knew that all he wanted was to take a long nap on a comfortable bed instead of this uncomfortable leather seat. I felt the same way. I was surprised when my older brother suggested that we should stop at a store to ask questions. The idea was unsuccessful. Nobody seemed to know where our hotel was. After a few minutes of driving around we found it. The hotel was 10 stories high, with a balcony out every window. We walked through the doors, into the lobby, and toward the receptionist. The receptionist welcomed us and asked my dad
