I was still deep in my sleep the next morning. Mom had to come in my room to wake me up which was not usual because I'm an early riser.
"I'm up I'm up," I yelled at her still half sleepy.
"Were leaving now so get up and get dressed," she said trying to hurry me along.
I started groaning as i got up streatching before I got dressed. I stromed down the stairs not happy at all to be going on the camping trip. Dad opened the light blue front door with a swirly pattern on it for me but I wanted to shut it closed and say I want to stay home by myself but I didn't. All the car doors were open including the back door. I walked down the front porch that creaked when you step on them and slidd into the back seat. My mom closed all the doors and got in the passenger seat and my dad sat in the driver's seat all exited for the trip. He put in the keys giving them a twist to start the car then put his foot down on the gas pedal.
This is it. The torture had of the year had began. I looked out side my window and saw our neighborhood fly by us wanting to cry. We soon turned on to a rocky road and the car bumped up and down. Trees surrounded our car swallowing us into a death trap.
