"We are now in Georgia!" Jerry announced.
We immediately end the happiness and start the complaining.
"I can FEEL my hair getting darker!" Emma whined, stroking her hair. "Why does it have to be so perfectly sun-bleached, yet be so temperature sensitive?" She whimpered. "Bye bye blonde!" Yes, Emma is blonde, and yet my hair is dark brown. You could NOT tell we are sisters. It seems to us like most of our scottish and polish genes shined through on her, and our Native American and... whatever else our dad was... genes shined through on me. Mark got all of them combined, so basically he just looks American. His hair is reddish-brown, and his skin is in between Emma's pale skin and my tan skin.
"I can't believe you won't let me text!" I said, annoyed. "I don't really care about roaming charges and I don't think being in a car is going to affect it! I have to keep my friends in the know!"
After two hours of being happy, we were gonna get cranky!
"I'm hungry!" Mark whined.
"We're stopping at McDonald's soon." Mom assured us.
"I want KFC!" Mark argued.
"No, Mark, we ALL want Herbie' s Salad and Pasta Hut." Emma said, hiding her face under a map."Three miles away."
"Em, that's THIRTY miles." I pointed out.
"Guys, it's easier to just go to McDonald's." Mom reasoned.
"But-" We all began.
"We're going to McDonald's!" Mom snapped.
After that we all just shut up.
"No, I don't want chicken bits on my salad." Emma told the McDonald's guy at the counter.
"Why not?" The guy argued.
"Because I'm disgusted by your chicken!"
"Listen, they come pre-packaged and we're really not supposed to open them..."
"You pre-package salad?" Emma's eyes widened. "Okay, just get me a large fries."
"You got it!"
I just got a burger like everyone else. Emma scarfed down all her fries in SIX MINUTES. And there are at least fifty fries in there!
"Let's get back on the road!" Jerry announced, and got up.
Emma burped loudly. "Dang, that was a lot of fries."