The Trip

by bdhesse

“It’s time to wake up,” Don said as he turned the light on. “We’re leaving in 15 minutes.”

Bree groaned as she opened her eyes. She turned her head towards the closed curtains to see that there was no light shining through them. She pulled herself out of bed and went to the window to look outside. “It’s still dark out,” she complained.

“Hurry up,” Don shouted from the kitchen impatiently. “I want to get to Han’s before noon.”

Bree sighed and hurried into the bathroom. She quickly brushed her teeth and washed her face, then she threw her tooth brush and face wash into her toiletry bag. She put her toiletries into her suitcase and walked into the kitchen in her pajamas. “I’m ready,” she announced.

Don looked Bree up and down. “You’re not dressed yet,” he said.

“I’ll get changed at Han’s,” Bree replied. “It’s not even morning yet.”

Don gave Bree a skeptical look, but said nothing. “What do you want for breakfast?” he asked instead.

“It’s too early for breakfast,” Bree complained. “Where’s mom?”

“Downstairs,” Don replied. “She’s packing our water bottles for lunch. Go put our bags in the car.”

Bree sighed, but did as she was told. She had just finished packing the bags when her parents came outside.

“Ready to go?” Don asked.

“Yup,” Bree relied. She climbed into the backseat and immediately wrapped herself in the waiting blanket. “See you later,” she said as she lay her head on her pillow and closed her eyes.

“Brat,” Don said as he started the car.