I expected to have a good time on the bus trip to Washington, D. C. I was given the last seat by the sister of one of the accused. I was also on my way to see Obama's inauguration, to cross states I haven't been to, to see an inauguration for the first time, to witness United States history. But there, and on the way back, I was "restricted" from doing things that all else wouldn't be minded doing. First, I was sitting alone on a barstool at the Carlyle Club in Alexandria, Virginia. Shirley blabbered that I shouldn't sit there, and that I move immediately. I could only understand "You 15" and "of age...with alcohol." No one was there, it was completely closed, and I was just there thinking by myself. Later on the way back, the waitress at the Flying J in West Memphis, Arkansas, was taking quite a while to respond to us and take our order. (The place was understaffed, delayed, and empty, anyway.) I started to help Shirley and two others in calling the waitress. Immediately after my "Ma'am?" Shirley shushed me from helping. And after asking why, and a brief pause, she remarked "Let the adults." (These aren't the first times I've seen this from Shirley.) Further into the return trip, we were ready to leave another Flying J in Oklahoma City, when I noticed Shirley's nephew, Lamont, and someone else in the arcade room. I told them that we were leaving. The other person went to the bus. I told Lamont, "Now it's just you that we have to worry about," out of humor and friendliness. Suddenly, he obnoxiously replies, "You don't gotta' worry 'bout me, I'm grown...wrong statement." I mean, I was just trying to be funny, and he was gonna' be left stranded in Oklahoma! And the last straw, on the last leg of the trip, happened at a third Flying J, in Barstow, California. Dwayne lost his duty as one of the bus drivers for an unknown reason, I guess because of a lie from Lamont. A few ladies ask Dwayne what happened, and he tells the story. When I ask "Who?" and before I could get my thought out, "YOU STAY OUT'F IT...you are a CHILD!" I couldn't understand other words he said to me, but I know that he emphasized "child." I then conclude that I was being put down simply because I was 15. So, I accuse Shirley Everett-Dicko, Lamont Peyton, and Dwayne McCarther, for the very unacceptable age discrimination that I've endured on the trip that occured on January 16th through the 25th, 2009. For these behaviors, I will never forgive, or travel with, these three at all or anymore. And I apologize to Dorothy Everett, the sister of Shirley, for wasting 700 dollars on a trip that I barely liked a quarter of.