A Time to Remember continued

My name is Cassandra, Cass for short. For all of the thirteen years of my life I’d lived in South Carolina, right by the beach. But, my dad got a job in Maine, so we packed up and bought a new house. Now we were driving up the coast line, headed for Maine, leaving behind our beachside home.
I was still furious at my father for forcing us to move. My brother Jake was furious as well. I could tell my mother was too, but she just lied and said it would a new experience, so she wouldn’t upset my dad.
“Why do we have to do this?” I asked for what must have the hundredth time since we’d left home.
“Cass!” my father shouted. “For the last time, we’re moving to Maine and there’s nothing you can do about it. If you asked me this one more time I’m going to drop you by the side of the road!”
“Okay then, go right ahead. I’ll just go back home.” Both my parents rolled their eyes. They were getting tired of my constant complaining. But they deserved it. I crossed my arms and went back to pouting.
“Why don’t we stop for lunch,” Jake suggested.
“That sounds like a good idea,” said my mom. Jake pushed his dark brown hair behind his ears and smiled.
“Yes! I’m starving!” Jake said. I giggled slightly then went back to sulking.
We drove for about another mile until we came to an exit with a decent amount of restaurants. Our car pulled into a space at the front of the parking lot. We all stepped out and were instantly greeted by a warm sunny day. I stretched my stiff limbs and took in the sun. We strolled towards the large building that held all of the places to eat. Outside there was a stand selling jewelry and sunglasses.
“Wait, hold on a second,” I called to my family. They stopped and turned around to see me looked through the racks of sunglasses.
“Oh, come on Cass,” Jake whined. I looked to my parents.
“We’ll meet you inside,” my dad said, sounding slightly annoyed. My family turned back around and headed inside. I went back to searching for sunglasses.
“Oh, these are perfect!” I said to no one in particular. The salesman walked over to me.
“Ten dollars,” he said with a Spanish accent. I took out my wallet and pulled out a wrinkled ten dollar bill.
“Here you are,” I said as I handed the man my money. He laid the glasses in my hand. I put them on and walked inside.
The rest of my family was standing in a line at Burger King. I took a quick look around. The food choices were very limited. There was a Burger King, a McDonalds, a Wendy’s, a KFC, and a Starbucks. I quickly slipped over to the Starbucks and got myself a frappachino while the line was short. Then I went to join my family in the Burger King line. My mom, my dad, and I all got a salad, and Jake got I cheese burger with everything on it.
We went to sit in a corner, because a tour bus filled with what looked like college students had just arrived. Now the whole place was crowded and loud. I ate as slowly as I possibly could, the longer out of the car the better.
The place was disgusting. The floor was covered in dirt. And I was pretty sure I could see the mold on the walls. In the window there was a sign that said inspection A-. I figured that inspection was years ago.
“Hey, mom, dad how much longer until we get to stop for the night?” I asked.
“Cassandra,” my mom and dad said together. Whenever they called me by my full name it meant they were starting to get annoyed. I finished eating in complete silence except for the crunching of my salad and the slurping of my frappachino.
Soon we were back in the car and on the road again.