The Diary of Lucinda Birchwood
Day 1
"Do we have to go on this vacation," I asked? My name is Lucinda Birchwood. My mother is making me write a journal of our summer vacation. I am not the type of girl who writes in a diary so I don't know how good I will do. I also don't want you to think I am going to be all "dear diary this and dear diary that." Telling you all the boys I like and who is cute and who I love. So back to my story. I live in the outskirts of Kansas. We were on our way to Pennsylvania to see the Amish country. I wasn't the kind of girl who liked to leave my home so I wasn't so psyched to go on this vacation. This trip so far is going horrible because my little brother is being sooo annoying. "Will you play tic-tac-toe with me Lucy?" "No," I shouted at my little pain of a brother. "Mommy, Lucy is being men to me!" "I'll show you mean," I shouted and pinched him. We started to get into a catfight just when we pulled up to the nearest McDonald's to eat. "Hey," yelled daddy "If you don't stop, I am going to punish you both!" So we all went into the restaurant and I ordered the chicken burger with fries. While we were eating my dad talked about some of the things we were going to do in Amish country. "We are going to sleep in a real farm, go on a horse and buggy ride, and go see the Amish museum! Doesn't that sound like fun?" asked daddy. "Oh ya, that sounds like a real party," I said sarcastically.
Day 2
Last night we spent the night in a motel with a whole bunch of cracks in the walls. I could barely sleep the whole night because I am deathly afraid of cockroaches and they could get in through the cracks. When I told my mom this she just laughed and told me not to worry about it. But if you know what a 'deathly fear' is, you can't just get over it that easily, so now I am yawning in our car and trying not to fall asleep. We are about one third of the way to Pennsylvania. Daddy and mommy keep singing a campfire song with George (my little brother) and it is starting to get on my nerves…well actually it has been on my nerves for the last 20 minutes. They started singing 21 minutes ago. Right now they are singing "Do You Know The Muffin Man" and whenever I ask them to stop mommy just says "if you don't want to hear it, get your own house, and your own car." That is what she says when she mean just to get over it and be quiet. So I am listening to my mp3 player and just trying to ignore them. After about three hours in the boring car we finally stopped to go to the bathroom and have some lunch.
Later that day
After we ate lunch we stopped at a local park to 'exercise our bodies.' We always do that on long drives because daddy says that if we don't exercise we will end up like hobos. So I went on the swing and George went to go on the slide. After we played for like 20 minutes we got back into the car and continued our drive. Right now I'm so tired I could fall asleep on a hard ground. Anyways, we are just riding in the car when all of a sudden a big, fat, ugly something pops up in front of the car. After daddy screeches on the brakes, he jumps out of the car and sees a hitchhiker lying on the roadside. Mommy jumps out and tells George and me to stay here. We watch mommy and daddy talking to the man and when they come back into the car, he comes with them and sits right between George and me. So here we are driving (once more) in our car. Now with some freaky hobo looking guy sitting so close to me I can smell his stinky breath.