So who wants to go on a boring road trip with the family? Not Francis Bonnify, that's for sure! Most late teens his age would be glad and excited to go on a trip with the family and get some fresh air. But those teenagers didn't have HIS family. No, this family was like a torture chamber for him.
All his siblings were older than he was, so that meant he was the baby in the family. So? What's so bad about that? Don't the babies of the family get spoiled? If you would ask Francis that, he would laugh with sarcasm. Sure, MOST babies would get whatever they wanted. But to Francis, being the baby meant you have to listen to your older siblings complain about something that went wrong with their job or about how well they could cook. And get picked on because you WERE the baby. Doesn't sound nice, does it?
Francis had six older siblings and their father, France, and his wife. Crazy, right? But what made it worse was that everyone but him had excellent skills at cooking and baking. And Francis' oldest sister Francesca, was the most snobbish person Francis knew. She refused to touch any food he prepared. Francis burned almost everything, so it wasn't much of a surprise that she would vomit so easily. But she could at least give him some encouragement to try again.
In fact, Francis knows his cooking has gotten better thanks to the help of his love interest Elizabeth Kirkland. Who happens to be an Englishwoman, who's nation had bad blood between the French. But what was so bad about love? What did it matter to him where you were from, or your family's back round? He only wished Elizabeth would stop trying to ignore him and just come out and say that she liked him. He knew she did, even though she didn't show it. She was prissy and a bit spoiled, but he she had more manners than Francisca would ever have.
The family packed their luggage in the family car, and one by one they got in. Francis had to sit in the back, unfortunately. Three of his older brothers sat up front behind the driver and shot-gun seats, where France and his wife sat. The next row had his three older sisters and the single seat in the back was where Francis sat, next to the luggage. Francis rested his elbow on the edge of the window and his cheek was resting on his hand. He stared out the window with his blue eyes and heaved a heavy sigh. Why couldn't the French work more days like the other countries? And why would his siblings complain about the one day they worked about some customer who ordered the wrong side dish they wanted? How could one day make you feel like you never want to go back again?
Francesca was complaining about how her hair couldn't stay 'perfect', while the other two complained about their boyfriends.
It was going to be a loooong trip, Francis could feel it. He was so bored that his eyes soon closed to sleep.
