The Trip

The trip
By: Ava Norris
“Hey, can I go to my friends house on Friday?” “ Nope” , declared my Mom. “Your Dad is taking you and your Sister to Schlitterbahn this Friday.” REALLY!?!? I nearly jumped out of my skin when she said that. Could this be true? I had no idea at first. The more I thought about it, the more I started to wonder which one was more realistic, me going to Schlitterbahn or Mom going out of her mind. Maybe I should double check with my sister, Madeleine, first before I get my hopes up. NAW, I am going!!!! I was SO excited. I couldn’t wait!!!

To be honest, I am not often patient. For about the last four years, Dad takes Madeleine to Schlitterbahn for her birthday. Each and every year she gets to pick four of her most favorite people to come with her. My step sister, Sarah, has been chosen twice. Every time, before she decides who gets to go, I work on being as kind, nice, caring and giving as possible. I also ask her if i can go about every five minutes. And I might occasionally scream at her when she says NO. I feel like I am stuck in one of those claw machines where you put in money and try to grab a toy. I am the green alien in a giant choosing box, with a sea of pretty, sparkly, fluffy puppies and animals surrounding me. Her decision comes down like the claw as I lay there with the words running around my head, “ Pick me, please, pick me.” But she’s never picked me. Not even once. This is for her birthday though, so i guess it was wrong of me to get mad.

For four years I have envied all the people who Madeleine has invited. My most favorite part of Schlitterbahn is the push, pull, shove, and tug all at once when you are in the wave pool as he strong current of the waves pushes me half way across the pool. Unable to even see my surroundings. Instead, I am stuck sitting at home watching T.V, staring at the clock and trying to make the hours blow away like they were never here and had no business being there. When they get home they just go on and on about how much fun they had. They tell me all the funny things they did and then say that I just had to be there to get it. The worst of them all is them telling me how much fun they had in the wave pool and how long they spent in it. I haven't handled this rejection very well, because I don't think it is fair at all. Every year I hoped that I would be one person that she picked. But that never really happened, Until now.

I sprinted to Madeleines room, So I could tell her the spectacular news. “MADELEINE MADELEINE MADELEINE!!!!! Guess what? I can go to Schlitterbahn with you and your friends on Friday for your birthday! I could tell by the look on her face that she was not happy about it. I thought to myself, “You know what, I’ll show her that it will be an even better time when I get to come along.” The morning of Friday I woke up to the sound of silence. I wandered into the kitchen to see Dad filling the cooler with ice, watermelon, homemade rice krispies and many more scrumptious treats. After we left the house it was a long car ride there. We stopped for what feels like a thousand times to pick up her friends that were coming along.

Now that we were here we can ride all of the rides twice then take the bus, go to the other park and ride all of those rides twice too!!! That actually ended up being the plan. At the other park I spent 3 hours in the wave pool. It was amazing. I also sat in the middle of the bus. This day came with even more fun activities. But it would take forever to list them all. Towards the end of the day my sister asked me if I wanted to go on a ride with her. I jumped up and down, then casually said, “Yes, I would love to.”

Afterwards, we got off and went back to where my dad was. I told him all about it. When we got back into the car I couldn't believe the day I had. When we got home, before I fell asleep, I thought to myself, “ I will try to be patient for the next year and see what happens. Maybe I will get to go next year too.”

time is important with family, or any body because, in a couple of years when you look back and think, “Gosh, I forget things real easily.” and then you will realize that you can't loose sight or forget something if you never had it in the first place. You don't know you love it, till you loose it. And nobody needs or want to know what regret feels like. Everybody wants to live life to the fullest and never ever regret anything, ever. And that includes not spening enough time with your family. The trip
By: Ava Norris
“Hey, can I go to my friends house on Friday?” “ Nope” , declared my Mom. “Your Dad is taking you and your Sister to Schlitterbahn this Friday.” REALLY!?!? I nearly jumped out of my skin when she said that. Could this be true? I had no idea at first. The more I thought about it, the more I started to wonder which one was more realistic, me going to Schlitterbahn or Mom going out of her mind. Maybe I should double check with my sister, Madeleine, first before I get my hopes up. NAW, I am going!!!! I was SO excited. I couldn’t wait!!!

To be honest, I am not often patient. For about the last four years, Dad takes Madeleine to Schlitterbahn for her birthday. Each and every year she gets to pick four of her most favorite people to come with her. My step sister, Sarah, has been chosen twice. Every time, before she decides who gets to go, I work on being as kind, nice, caring and giving as possible. I also ask her if i can go about every five minutes. And I might occasionally scream at her when she says NO. I feel like I am stuck in one of those claw machines where you put in money and try to grab a toy. I am the green alien in a giant choosing box, with a sea of pretty, sparkly, fluffy puppies and animals surrounding me. Her decision comes down like the claw as I lay there with the words running around my head, “ Pick me, please, pick me.” But she’s never picked me. Not even once. This is for her birthday though, so i guess it was wrong of me to get mad.

For four years I have envied all the people who Madeleine has invited. My most favorite part of Schlitterbahn is the push, pull, shove, and tug all at once when you are in the wave pool as he strong current of the waves pushes me half way across the pool. Unable to even see my surroundings. Instead, I am stuck sitting at home watching T.V, staring at the clock and trying to make the hours blow away like they were never here and had no business being there. When they get home they just go on and on about how much fun they had. They tell me all the funny things they did and then say that I just had to be there to get it. The worst of them all is them telling me how much fun they had in the wave pool and how long they spent in it. I haven't handled this rejection very well, because I don't think it is fair at all. Every year I hoped that I would be one person that she picked. But that never really happened, Until now.

I sprinted to Madeleines room, So I could tell her the spectacular news. “MADELEINE MADELEINE MADELEINE!!!!! Guess what? I can go to Schlitterbahn with you and your friends on Friday for your birthday! I could tell by the look on her face that she was not happy about it. I thought to myself, “You know what, I’ll show her that it will be an even better time when I get to come along.” The morning of Friday I woke up to the sound of silence. I wandered into the kitchen to see Dad filling the cooler with ice, watermelon, homemade rice krispies and many more scrumptious treats. After we left the house it was a long car ride there. We stopped for what feels like a thousand times to pick up her friends that were coming along.

Now that we were here we can ride all of the rides twice then take the bus, go to the other park and ride all of those rides twice too!!! That actually ended up being the plan. At the other park I spent 3 hours in the wave pool. It was amazing. I also sat in the middle of the bus. This day came with even more fun activities. But it would take forever to list them all. Towards the end of the day my sister asked me if I wanted to go on a ride with her. I jumped up and down, then casually said, “Yes, I would love to.”

Afterwards, we got off and went back to where my dad was. I told him all about it. When we got back into the car I couldn't believe the day I had. When we got home, before I fell asleep, I thought to myself, “ I will try to be patient for the next year and see what happens. Maybe I will get to go next year too.”

time is important with family, or any body because, in a couple of years when you look back and think, “Gosh, I forget things real easily.” and then you will realize that you can't loose sight or forget something if you never had it in the first place. You don't know you love it, till you loose it. And nobody needs or want to know what regret feels like. Everybody wants to live life to the fullest and never ever regret anything, ever. And that includes not spening enough time with your family.

Unless otherwise stated, the content of this page is licensed under Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 License