Holiday Writing
The trip was a long four and a half hours… My Mum, Dad, Tess the dog and me. We’re traveling to Wellington, The car was packed full of bags. Dark times… But it will be alright when we get there. Friday was coming to an end, night time was among us. The car started to get cold so Dad turned on the warm AC.
FINALLY we got to the place we’re staying in. My extremely loud Auntie Jan welcomed us with a “HELLO!” When I picked up my bag I had forgotten how heavy it was and dropped it straight away, but I managed in the end. A few hugs and kisses later we were setting up my bed, Well I guess you could call it a bed it was just some foam and a sleeping bag.
It was pretty comfortable though!
The next day was one of the quick ones I woke up to a smell that could have awoken the heavens! A fresh delicious smell of Bacon, Eggs, Crusonts and pancakes! Mmm, Mmmm, Mmm, MMM! When you saw my plate you couldn't even see the white. It had pancakes with bacon and maple syrup, scrambled eggs with spinach and a crustont with eggs in it. To make a long story long I ate like a pigeon. (I ate really slowly) Tomorrow Will Be fun! First spraying my hair, then a hockey game! Awesome.
The start of this day wasn't the best of all days, I woke up with a cramp in my leg, and I tell you that is not a fun time! But the pain was soon gone, unfortunately my Mum (the one spraying my hair) was pretty cranky but she tried not to show it. Nine minutes later I was outside with dripping green hair, but then the hair dryer came in. After breakfast we were in the car listening to ‘Once I Was Seven Years Old’ through the green wireless speaker. At the hockey game I was pretty hungry because I only had a small bowl of coco pops so my Mum gave me 10 bucks and I went to get some hot chips and a drink. The chips were delicious but the sauce ruined them! After the game I went pokèmon hunting and caught a Meowth, a Zubat, a Wartortle and a Venonat. But. After that I had to go to bed…
My next step is to write a bit less on catching Pokemon...
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