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Personal Narrative: A Place Called Agua Priete

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On June 3rd, 2016 I was just doing my usual things likeeating and sleeping until my mom came home at 3:11 and told me we are going out of town. Of course I was excited but I also wanted to know where we we 're going. She told my 2 brothers and I to pack our bags and get 3 changes of clothes, so we did. Like usual, I would be the last to know. Then I decided to ask her where we we 're going. She said "Out of town to a place called Agua Prieta." I 've been there before a couple times. Then, I let my brothers know where we we 're going. Later that day, around 6, my mom told my brothers and I we we 're all leaving at 3am in the morning. my brothers knew they would have to go to sleep a little bit earlier than usual. The next morning we all

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