I was lying down in bed that morning. It was peaceful, the birds were chirping, the wind had a breeze though my window that felt like heaven, I everything was great. Until... "Claire get up we got to go!" My mom says, as she was looking a bit worried. "Pack up anything you will need, we are going on a little road trip." "Wait, mom what is happening." I look at her and she looks at me. I can't make way of her. She always had been that person who always keeps a secret, really well actually. I never can get her to tell me anything. Like the time I asked what we are doing for my birthday and she wouldn't tell me. I ended up to be a surprise party but, wait really bad example. See that was different in order for it to be a surprise she ha to keep it a secret but this, this was different.
I pack up all my things. I was looking for my phone. I couldn't seem to find it anywhere. "MOM, WHERE DID YOU PUT MY PHONE!"? I said screaming. She doesn't reply so I continue to look. 'Where did it go I always put it on my desk beside Mr. Cuddles. My stuffed bear. He guards it. Don't ask.' "MOM WHERE DID MY PHONE GO!" I ask again, except this time I was mad. She not telling me what is going on. I can't ask Dad because he is always at work. I just realized something; I know my mom is nurses on Boardwalk, I just don't know what my dad is.
So I hop into the car. I really didn't have anything to pack. I pack my clothes, all of them, which are just couple shorts, and a few t-shirts. I also packed Mr. Cuddles and my pillow and blanket. This isn't the first time that we went on a road trip. Sometimes they are fun. This one was different. It was almost like we were running. We just moved to a beautiful house in California. The best house we have ever lived in. I am an only child so I get spoiled a lot by other people in my family, but not with things with love and care. The funny thing is that I don't look the either of my parent. I have long blond-brown hair, brown eyes, and I am pretty short so that's something. I have freckles and I get tan pretty easy. Both of my parents have simple genes, brown eyes black hair. I have always assumed that I look my grandmother or something because I have never meant her.
