Creative Writing: Road Trip

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It was a hot morning in Yakima when I put the last backpack in the car. I sigh,“And we are done!” I walk into my house and pat my husband, Dave, on the back, “Ready to go?” I ask him. “Yes,” he looks up at me, “I know you love going on road trips Janis, but do we really need to go on them every other month?” “Yes Dave, I know they aren’t super fun for you but this one will be, I know it!” I smile at him as he gets up from his spot in the chair and hops into the driver's seat. I sit in the passenger seat and turn the radio on as he drives out onto the open road full of possibilities. I smile and open the window feeling the breeze on my face. About a half hour later i see an empty road with dead, yellow grass on both sides of …show more content…

I like that song!” Dave reaches his hand to turn the radio back on but I put my hand over it before he can. “I’m getting a headache,” I tell him sitting back breathing in all the fresh air from outside. We don’t get outside much since we both have the same office job. We just sit in an office all day typing and writing. I don’t enjoy it but I can’t quit. All of the sudden I feel the car getting slower and slower. “What’s going on?” I ask him …show more content…

I give it to him and he dials a number. “Hello?” I hear muffled talking from the phone. “Yes, we need someone to come to get us we ran out of gas.” More muffled talking “we aren’t completely sure...we think somewhere on the outskirts of Yakima…oh okay are you sure?” He looks up from the phone with a concerned expression. “They said they cant get us because they don’t come out this far. Turns out they have a limit for where they can go.” I look at him, “oh,” I mumble. We both get in the car and just sit there. “Call your mom or dad or someone!” I say. He calls him mom but she doesn’t answer. He next calls his dad and again, he doesn’t answer. As he is typing the next number in the screen, it goes black. “What happened?”I ask worried. “My phone died,” he answers. We both sigh and wait in the car. We aren’t sure what for but, we just wait. After a couple minutes of silence, we get our backpacks fill them with water and food and start the walk. Every few minutes someone would say “I’m tired” and drink water or want to stop. I felt like my throat was sandpaper and my heart was beating like a drum. After about 45 minutes or so we

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