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Road Trip
Fictional adventure short story
We reached the third day of our journey and, to be honest, things were not going well. We ran out of fuel two miles ago. Jessy insisted we had enough to get to the next fill-up store, and refused to stop.
We’re in the middle of nowhere. Turns out the next gas station is one hundred fifty miles, according to the sign ten miles back.
This was supposed to be our big adventure before heading off to college. Some adventure this was.
We’ve been walking for almost an hour and have yet to see another car. My feet are killing me, and Hannah won’t stop complaining.
“Hannah, give it a rest. We all know the situation sucks” I didn’t have to turn around to know she is burning a hole through my back with her eyes.
“Come on guys, we can still have our big adventure. We’ll get some gas and be back on the road by tomorrow night.” Jessy’s optimism wasn’t rubbing off on the rest of us.
“Actually, at our current pace and if no cars stop to help, it will take us two days to reach the service station,” Sara mutters. She’s the smartest one out of the group.
“Wait, are you saying I’m going to have to sleep on the ground?” Hannah stops and crosses her arms over her chest. “Where’s the gas jug?” Her question halts us all in our tracks.
