THE road trip

Chapter 4

I stood there for 30 minutes embarrassed as fricken crap. We eventually had to get dragged out by security.

We stood outside in the parking lot while my mom looked up hotels and kept flipping through maps. My mom is the "navigator" on trips so she usually is the one giving directions and stuff. While she was doing that, we just waited until she came up with a plan. I just sat there on my suitcase and picked at the dried meal worms in my teeth.

15 minutes later, my mom paused and got really silent. The rest of our family noticed the silence and looked at her concerned. My mom slowly put her head up and looked at us. My mom chuckled and scratched her head.

"What?" My dad asked her. "This is the wrong hotel..." She replied still scratching her head and chuckling. "JONA!" My dad yelled at her. I was really surprised that my dad talked to the queen like that. But she just said, "I'm sorry! It's the next exit! I got them mixed up!" We got back in the van and everyone was grumbling.

We eventually made it to the right hotel. Or should I say motel. Although, it looked okay on the outside, so I tried the make the most of it. When we went inside, it smelt like barf. "Ugh." I say as I hold my nose. "Shh!" My mom whispers to me. She smiles and goes to check in at the desk. When she comes back she has a rusty key in her hand.

We walked up to the 2nd floor, where our room was, and unlocked it. When I looked through the door I saw it. Let me just say that I have 1 word for you:

Ratchet.

There was a pull out double bed, a stove, a toilet, and a sink all in one room. "Well it's better than the other one." I say even though I know it's not true. Remember that I'm a half-glass-full kinda guy so I like to think positive. Like usual the rest of my family says, "HOW?" "I just don't know." I say back.