Wisconsin Dells
You’re never going to believe what just happened… So, it all started yesterday. Me, Kayliegh (my best friend), her mom, my mom, and Kayleigh’s baby brother, Tristan. We were all going to Wisconsin Dells for a girls trip (well, besides Tristan anyways,). We were taking a car, because it was stupid amounts of money to fly this many people. The car ride would take about 5 hours, not including eating and restroom breaks. We loaded the car and headed for Wisconsin at around 7:00 a.m Saturday morning. We were expecting to get there around 1:00 or 2:00, so that we had time to unpack and then eat dinner. But, for people likes us, time is just a suggestion. The car ride took about 9 hours in total. Why, you say? Let me tell you. About …show more content…
“WHAT?!” me, Kayleigh and Sarah all say at once.
“Yeah… uhh… well I kinda… uh forgot to get gas before we got on the …show more content…
They tried all of the things we did (hangers, bobby pins etc.). After that, we got our stuff and moved to new room.
We had the best time during the rest of or vacation. We also didn’t have any more “problems” during the rest of our time. We left 4 days later, and drove home. This time, it took the normal 5 hours.
When we got home, we unloaded the car and started unpacking. When I was almost finished, I felt something small, and cold. I pulled it out and guess what I saw… the silver key to room 113. The room we got locked out of. Turns out I put the key in the secret zip - up pocket of my jacket before we left for dinner. I remember that moment so well, that I feel really dumb about not remembering where it was. Should I tell them I found it? Or should I keep it a secret? Will they get mad at me if I tell them? I finally decide that I’m not going to say anything about finding the key, and flush it down the toilet. Then no one will ever know that I found it, therefore no one would/could get mad about it. I thought that my plan was 100% going to work until… I hear the door of my room open and Sarah say, “Please tell me that’s not what I think it
You’re never going to believe what just happened… So, it all started yesterday. Me, Kayliegh (my best friend), her mom, my mom, and Kayleigh’s baby brother, Tristan. We were all going to Wisconsin Dells for a girls trip (well, besides Tristan anyways,). We were taking a car, because it was stupid amounts of money to fly this many people. The car ride would take about 5 hours, not including eating and restroom breaks. We loaded the car and headed for Wisconsin at around 7:00 a.m Saturday morning. We were expecting to get there around 1:00 or 2:00, so that we had time to unpack and then eat dinner. But, for people likes us, time is just a suggestion. The car ride took about 9 hours in total. Why, you say? Let me tell you. About …show more content…
“WHAT?!” me, Kayleigh and Sarah all say at once.
“Yeah… uhh… well I kinda… uh forgot to get gas before we got on the …show more content…
They tried all of the things we did (hangers, bobby pins etc.). After that, we got our stuff and moved to new room.
We had the best time during the rest of or vacation. We also didn’t have any more “problems” during the rest of our time. We left 4 days later, and drove home. This time, it took the normal 5 hours.
When we got home, we unloaded the car and started unpacking. When I was almost finished, I felt something small, and cold. I pulled it out and guess what I saw… the silver key to room 113. The room we got locked out of. Turns out I put the key in the secret zip - up pocket of my jacket before we left for dinner. I remember that moment so well, that I feel really dumb about not remembering where it was. Should I tell them I found it? Or should I keep it a secret? Will they get mad at me if I tell them? I finally decide that I’m not going to say anything about finding the key, and flush it down the toilet. Then no one will ever know that I found it, therefore no one would/could get mad about it. I thought that my plan was 100% going to work until… I hear the door of my room open and Sarah say, “Please tell me that’s not what I think it