My horrible trip to San Francisco

I had the worst trip ever when I was in 5^th grade. My family and I decided to visit San Francisco, which was about seven hours away by car. On the trip, several horrible things happened, which include my younger brother throwing up, a police car stopping us, getting lost, getting turned away from nearly every hotel we tried to check into, and my parents erupting in a very big fight.

My brother was only two at the time, so we just strapped him in his car seat, which turned out to be a very bad mistake, as the car seat ended up smelling a lot like throw-up throughout the entire trip. This was the first straw, and put all of us in very cranky moods.

Also, my parents, both of whom were excellent navigators, both insisted that their own routes were right, and ended up screaming each other nearly deaf. We went through the Golden Gate Bridge with my parents angry, my brother sick, my sister cranky, and me crying.

To end the long day, we stopped at a hotel, where they turned us away, from being completely booked. This happened at two more hotels, until we finally ended up at a Day Inn. Too tired to even wash properly, we all collapsed into the beds.

We were all forced to wake up at 7:00 the next morning so that we could make it back home in time; we all agreed that the trip wasn’t worth continuing, and headed out. My father and mother, who had made up last night, but were still cranky at each other, began to snap at each other again, and my father nearly missed a stop sign, which was unfortunately viewed by a police officer, who made my father pull over. We were let off, but we were still uncomfortable that that had happened.

This was one of the worst trips I have ever been on, and the only advantage I have from this trip is now that I can use it for an essay to hopefully win a scholarship.