Cassidy Cudjoe                                                                                                                                             Per ½ A

June 29th, 2015                                                                                                                 Narrative Summer Writing

It was summer 2015, June 29th. My family and I were going to Washington DC to sight-see, and watch the Barcelona and Chelsea game.

“We’re almost there,” my dad stated, as my mom saw the sign saying ‘Welcome to Washington DC!’

It was a long 4-hour car ride, and my sisters, Brianna (Age 9) and Mikayla (Age 7), were too tired to even get up.

“C’mon guys, I want to see the President’s house and the Lincoln Memorial.” I beamed at the hotel we were staying in.  

“Can I take your bags, sir?” A butler asked my dad. “Yes please.” He replied.

As we got to the hotel room on floor 9, there were a lot of other tourists that wanted to get in their rooms too.

“Mom? Dad? Where are you?” I exclaimed, due to all the chattering around me.

“Over here.” My mom waved her hand at the end of the hall, signaling where she was.

“Ok.” I started pushing past all the adults, and some children until I got there.

“Oh! Can I do the lock key daddy?” Mikayla asked.

“No, me! She always get to do the lock every time we go to one!” Brianna argued.

“Mikayla asked first. Brianna, you’ll do the lock when we get back from taking pictures.” Dad handed the key to Mikayla as she squealed in happiness. Brianna pouted as we got our bags into our room.

Brianna’s frown instantly changed to an amazed toothy grin.

“Wow!” I exclaimed. The room had one Sony television facing toward the door we came in, and two beds on the left side. On the right, there was a desk with a light and some paper. Then there was a bathroom door on the wall.

“I call this bed!” I said, taking my shoes off to get comfortable. The bed was near the window.

“Woah. We’re so high up!” My eyes glanced to the window, looking at the street below. “It’s like New York City, with less people.” Brianna’s eyes trailed over to mine. I was too busy thinking about the possibilities we can do.

“Get your shoes back on, we’re going to sightsee.” My dad said, putting our IPad’s in a safe. We hopped off the bed and went down the elevator, and down the street was the President’s house.

“Eeee!” I hugged Mikayla so tight she barely could breathe.

“Dad take pictures of me on my phone.” I put my dad’s phone in his hands, as he took pictures of me and my sisters like paparazzi.

“Ok now we go to the Washington Monument and the Lincoln Memorial.” My mom took my iPhone4 because it died. It was a super-long walk around the Lincoln Memorial fountain.

“Daddy, my legs are dying and I’m hot..” Mikayla complained.

“Me too.” I added.

“We’re almost there. You can rest on the stairs and there’s shade there too.” My dad replied.

“Look at Lincoln.” I pointed to him. “He’s a giant made of stone!” I said.

Afterward, we walked to the National Air museum. We saw all kinds of planes and learned about air, and some metals used to make planes. Then we went to the History Museum, that was my favorite. There were skeletons of Dinosaurs, and extinct animals.

“Brianna and Cassidy, we need to go back to the train station so we don’t miss the game.” My dad called us.

All three of us were wearing Barcelona T-Shirts. My sister and dad were Messi, and I was Neymar. Sadly, Messi and Neymar weren’t there because of a holiday. I skipped on the train and then followed a billion other people.

An hour later, we had to take another train.

“Ok we’re here. Do you see those flashing lights in the east area?” I pointed to the opposite way of the sun where we saw the big, shining light go into the sky. We went and took our seats, because there was a few empty.

“Go Barcelona!” We cheered. Then we started a wave. It went all around the stadium! They scored! Then Chelsea did. At the end of the game, both teams ended up getting a tie.

“It’s time for the shoot out!” The announcer said on the loudspeaker.

“Today’s attendance was 79,846! Thank you for coming.” He added afterward. Since my dad is a big soccer enthusiast, he could tell if they were going to miss or score.

“He’s going to miss, He’s too far back with his left.” He pointed out, and he guessed right. In the end, Chelsea won.

“At least they tried hard, right?” I tried to cheer up my sister. She was real bummed out from Barcelona FC losing. “It doesn’t matter if you lose or win as long as you’re having fun doing-or watching- it.”

Afterward, we saw both the teams line up into a coach bus. Our dad took turns carrying us to the train, which felt like a trillion million one-hundred thousand miles away a mile away. We got to our hotel room, packed up, left the cleaning lady 20$, and went back to New Jersey.