Are we there yet
Are we there yet? “Daddddddddd!” “What?” replied dad. “Are we-” Before I could even finish my question, dad had already cut me off. He turned the car to a 60-degree angle. That almost got me hitting my head against the car door. Dad hates it when I ask that question. And just in case you don’t know what question I’m talking about. It's usually every kid asks this question about 1 billion times “are we there yet?” I cover my mouth. “Oops.” Dad starts driving the car crazily like a maniac, the other cars start beeping. For a moment I think I could hear sirens. “Uh oh.” Is that what I think it is? I look back. “Oh no.” ….. “ It’s the police!” I shout to mum and dad. Now that I alerted Dad and mum. Mum starts panicking. And dad starts speeding down the motorway bumping light poles from left and right. This time I look ba...