I Wouldn't Miss It For The World [EDITING]

Chapter One

              "Just tie them to the top of the car!" Screamed dad over the noisy dishwasher.
I grunted in disbelief. How was I, the youngest in the family, supposed to tie all our camping equipment to the very top of the car? All of my older siblings denied my request for help, so I continued into the kitchen.
                "Dad, is it really necessary to tie everything to the top of the car besides ourselves?" I complained. "I mean, there is plenty of space in the trunk and if we put any more of our junk on the roof, everything might just fall off."
                "Oh, I guess your right," he replied. "Try to get the camping stuff into the trunk, and we'll go from there."
                  This summer, we are taking our very first trip to go see the stunning northern lights. We must prepare hastily, though, because the ride from Georgia to Greenland is going to be very long. Sure, we could have gone to see them anywhere else, like Alaska or Canada, for example, but we chose Greenland. We figured if we were willing to travel for Northern Lights, we should make a trip out of it. We leave in under a week and there is still much preparation to be done. We need to book hotels at the many tourist attraction we wish to see along the way, do some research and pack the appropriate clothing for the weather this time of year, and finally, book plane tickets to get us from the United States to Greenland. I am super excited to go on this trip, my dad tells me it's a once in a lifetime opportunity. The northern lights, if we get to see them while we're there, would be the icing on the cake. I definitely wouldn't miss it for the world.
Saturday morning, the day of the trip, rolls around covered in excitement and drizzled with early morning dew. The car sits filled to the brim with luggage on our driveway as the sun rises up over the evergreens at our horizon.Our day starts at abruptly Ten o'clock AM, and despite all the alarms, it's already been an hour since our plane departed for Greenland. Despite all our efforts to get out of the house as soon as possible, we had missed the plane. Mom dragged me and all of my five other sisters and brothers out of bed in an attempt to still get to the airport. Though we knew the plane was already gone, we still arrived completely packed, dressed, and ready to board at the airport at around noon. My oldest sister Tiffany, now 15, looked up from her phone only momentarily to address the situation.
"Like, omehgerd, what are we, like, doing here?" Dad sighed in frustration while my mom gave a play-by-play of the day to my sister.
"We've done literally nothing today, but here it is anyway. You people woke up late, missed the plane, and now we are here and we don't have a plan C," mom said in a particularly grim voice.
  Just then, dad leapt up from his spot on the bench and shouted at the top of his voice, "I HAVE A PLAN C!" Some people turned and stared, while others, especially those with children, moved to new seats. Dad shrugged them off, and before he explained anything he lunged for Tiffany's phone. Completely oblivious to the situation, she raised her arm to take a selfie and dad, who had missed the phone, was catapulted into the wall. This time, everyone waiting to board just picked up their luggage and their families and left. It wasn't long before we were sitting by ourselves in the empty boarding terminal. Dad gingerly picked himself up and lowered himself down slowly in a seat.
"Let's just go get some lunch," he sighed. We relocated in a McDonalds inside the airport and placed our order. Minutes later, about 4 trays of McDonalds burgers were lined up on the counter. Dad took the receipt and we went to sat at a nearby table. As dad was checking the order on our receipt, he noticed something unusual. Ben, who was eleven (making him the middle child), snatched the thin sheet of paper and exclaimed,
"How come it says we made our order on Friday, July 29, instead of Saturday, July 30?" Ben was definitely the smarter one in the family, and even he sounded confused. Mom took the receipt and went to question the cashier. Mere seconds later, she returned.
"Hate to break it yo you, guys," she started, "But today actually is Friday!" We all groaned and gave dad the evil eye. "Th-this w-was just a p-practice r-round I g-guess," he stuttered while he spoke because he knows how mad us kids can get when he does something as catastrophically wrong as this. Now it was Jessica's (second eldest) turn to talk.
"You're saying we have been STUCK HERE IN THIS TINY AIRPORT FOR 5 WHOLE HOURS FOR ABSOLUTELY NOTHING!" McDonalds and the surrounding stores cleared out when they heard this. Dad didn't even bother to respond. He just took our luggage and drove us home.        
Night falls on our small town shortly after we arrive home from the airport. Tiffany has been telling everyone how negatively she feels about going on the trip. When my parents talked to her, she chose to stay home and instead opted for a weekend with her friends. Jessica, wanting to be like Tiffany, packed her bags and left to her friends house with Tiffany. Ben had a STEM (Science, Technology, Engineering, and Math) Camp trip he was missing to go to Greenland, so as soon he learned he had a choice he chose to stay. Finally, there was just me and my slightly older sister (Angelina, 10), and she, too, felt the need to leave. She was shipped off to a dance camp she had been wanting to go to and arrived there that night. Then, it was just me and my mom and dad. Dad came in to say good night to me later that evening. He said,
"The plane departs tomorrow at 9 o'clock sharp Kamryn. I'm glad you're still going with us." Truthfully, I'd rather be going back to my hometown on Illinois to be with my friends rather than being here, but I'm not sure opportunities like this come more than once in a lifetime. Sure, my departure will be rather bittersweet because I know that if we don't see the northern lights I couldv'e spent my time with my old friends, but I've made up my mind, and right now I feel my choice will be the right one.
              Saturday, the real Saturday, arrives differently than the previous Saturday (Friday, really) had arrived. Instead of coated in excitement and drizzled with morning dew, Saturday the 30th arrives soggy on a cloudy tray with no silver lining. I drag myself out of bed before the sun has dragged itself over the horizon and go to eat a quick breakfast before packing anything else I may need into the car. We lock the door and leave the now empty house wearing rain coats and boots. The drive from the house to the airport for me is long and sorrowful, knowing that I could be hanging out with my BFF's in sunny Illinois instead of here in rainy Georgia with my parents. Today definitely is as low as "big days" go. We arrive at the airport early and catch the plane on time. I sit at the window seat with my mother and watch as cars, people, lights, and buildings dissolve into the wide panoramic view as easily as sugar dissolves into water. I soon find myself enclosed in a world of silence, and I'm silently lulled to sleep by the steady tilting of the plane and the constant droning of the engines. Not wanting to have to endure any more of the long plane ride than I have to, I sleep knowing when I wake I will be in Greenland.