Personal Narrative: Las Vegas
“We’re going to Las Vegas!” I heard my mom bellow from upstairs.
“ What” I heard myself say, trying not to believe my ears.
“We are going to Las Vegas” she repeated, “ Pack up, we’re leaving tomorrow morning!”
I didn’t want to go to Las Vegas as it took 7 hours to get there, and back( maybe even 10). It took way too long, and in a car that’s not that big, It was going to forever.
We lived in an old house next to a church, many people lived with us, such as my uncle, grandma, grandpa, 4 brothers…