Mom excitedly pointed out the van window “Look, a horse!” My sister, Arya, and I both groaned. We had been driving through fields for five hours, and Mom had pointed out every horse and pig. “Look out your side, Evanya!” Mom cried from the front passenger seat. “Pigs!” I stared outside of my window and saw about twenty large pink pigs. “Nice pigs Mom,” I said, kicking Arya’s seat and rolling my eyes “There’s a duck!” Arya exclaimed. Now she was doing it! I kicked the seat in front of me, Arya shrieked. “Mommm, is it possible to die from boredom?” I moaned. “Blehhhh” Arya shouted. The kid is a joke, isnt she? “I told you” Dad muttered to Mom. “A fifteen-year-old is too old to go on a long van trip.” “And so is a eight-year-old!” Arya protested. I’m fifteen. Arya is eight. “How can you be bored?” Mom asked. “Look pigs!” Dad sped up to pass a huge silver semitruck. The roads twisted and turned through high, sloping hills. In the far distance, I could see snow covered grassy mountains, rising through a thick mist. “There’s so much amazing scenery to admire” Mom gushed. “After a while, it looks like an old picture book” I complained. Arya looked out her window. “Look! No Pigs or Horses!” She doubled over, cackling. She thought that was the funniest thing anyone had ever heard. Arya really cracks herself up. Mom turned her head from the frontseat. She narrowed her eyes at Arya. “Are you making fun of me?” she demanded. “NoOo” Arya replied, sarcastically. “Of course not” I chimed in. “Who would make fun of you Mom” “We’re leaving Idaho,” Dad announced. “Wyoming is up ahead. We’ll be in those mountains soon enough.”
