Summer Journey

I would just like to mention that you skip more school then I do, Feick. SHAME ON YOU.

Every summer, me and my brother made a PILGRIMAGE.
Not just a road trip, but a pilgrimage.
With our parents, we drove countless hours from our hometown Meaghers Grant, Nova Scotia to the wondrous New Hamburg, Ontario to visit our grandparents. Then our parents would leave.
We did this every summer for about eight years, but there was one time when everything was different because we were moving.

So, as you can imagine, me and my brother weren't too thrilled about leaving our home of thirteen years to go live closer to our grandparents. We were giving up a 30 acre farm for a townhouse that didn't even have a yard. My mom was also severely unimpressed, mainly because she doesn't overly like my dad's family. But then the most upset member of our family in the car would have had to be Luna. My cat. She was never okay with car trips, and would always yowl for the entirety of whatever trip we happened to bring her on. To try and cure this problem, we went to the vet. And we got some medication that would knock her out, which in retrospect wasn't that nice of us, but whatever, she's annoying. So, as instructed, an hour before we left, we shot up our cat with some tranquilizers and put her in her cage so she could sleep through the journey. Of course that didn't happen. My cat had a natural immunity to tranquilizers, oddly enough, so it didn't knock her out, but it basically made her trip balls. Instead of having a yowling cat, or a passed out one, we had an eyes glazed over, gargling, yowling, rolling ball of fur.

Lets take an inventory shall we?
1  Pissed off mom
2  Pissed off kids
1  Cat that's high as f***
1  Overly happy dad that everyone wants to kill.

We weren't off to a very good start.

Then there was the car.
God I hated that car.
It was a two door Mazda something, with no air conditioning.
Do you know how bad a 21 hour car trip is in the middle of summer with no air conditioning when you're squished into the back seat with your moody brother and a high cat?
It's terrible, that's how bad.
Oh, and I forgot to mention that the radio was broken. But the CD player still worked for some reason.
Lucky for us my dad brought two CD's with him: ABBA and Queen's greatest hit CD's.....
21 hours. Actually, it was more then that. We stopped a lot, and my dad drives really slow. It took us two days.
Of ABBA and Queen.
I hated my life so much.

And this was before I owned an iPod, so the only thing I had to do was play Gambeoy.
Until my batteries died about an hour into the trip.
I wasn't paying attention to any scenery, because I'd seen it every summer and I hated it because it meant that I was going to be spending a prolonged amount of time with old people that yelled at me about food.

Another downside of this trip was my brother used to hate me. Much more then he does now. So every time I'd go to say something, he'd punch me. So I'd have to punch him back. And then it would just turn into World War III as we tried to battle each other over the cat cage. with Luna yowling away without a care in the world. The way my parents decided to fix this was by putting my brother in the front seat, and my mom in the back with me. Which meant I had even less room. But I could kick the back of my brothers seat without him being able to do anything, which was fun.

Basically at the end me and my brother were black and blue and everyone was angry.

The end.