I thought about the drive to Raleigh, North Carolina, where the airport was. Even though it 's not that bad of a drive I just was not up for driving even more.
My brother interrupted me yelling, “Grace you always sit in the front. I get to sit in the front because I always sit in the back.”
It was true I do always sit in the front and I have the best brothers that let me sit there in the car. But I was not going to let him have the front on a long ride to North Carolina.
“No,” I said, “I really want to sit in the front. Please just this time, I promise next time you can sit here.”
My brother knew that I wouldn’t give him that spot next time so he said, “Grace I get to sit here, go in the back seat. It 's my turn.”
“No Sean, I don’t want to, it 's so squished back there and I hate it,” I said. I guess my mom heard some of it and said “Grace go in the back seat, it 's your brothers turn stop …show more content…
But everyone was in a yelling and rushing because we didn 't want to be late for our plane. I started getting frustrated because I couldn 't find a shirt to wear I just wanted to cry and go back to sleep. But I had to hurry up because I was sick of my parents yelling at me. As soon as I finished gathering everything together, I walked to the car wanting some peace and quiet. Colin, my younger brother, trailed behind me. I was ok with it because he hasn’t been bothering me and it 's nice to have someone there for me. My brother was quieter than normal, I guess he was pretty tired too. My brother and I waited in the car for everyone else in my family to