The Trip

The Trip(Halona L.) im goin ona road trip with my papa and my cuzin anne, im only 11 and my name is suzin but lots of people call me lucy. im from Oklahoma but im goin to California to visit my Uncle jerry from war. hes been back quite awhile but we didnt go see him until today. ive been on the road before but only an hour away from my home. so this is a big step and i wanna see the world! were taking car instead of plane, my papa says its cheaper? but anyway i dont care im to excited to care about anything. Its 11:08 am and were only in Arkansas but what the race, i dont wanna miss a thing as i we go. i brought 2 digital camras incase i run into anything interesting ( which would be everything). little towns, big cities, national parks, and people! Anne says its no big deal to her because she says shes gonna be a pilot when she grows up, but what if she doesnt make it to be a pilot? i dont think shes good enough for it, shes to uptight and classy. i always thought you had to be a "down and dirty with the dogs" kinda person to be a pilot, oh well let her believe what she wants, ill just be sure to make extra copies of picutres. im wearing a locket neclace so with pictures of my parents in it just incase i got home sick i could look at the pictures. i love my mom and daddy, espeically my moms homeade cherry pie, its the best on the planet. i have a older sister named cindy and a younger brother named chance. i think chance is a dogs name and cindy sounds like the name of a type of wine. my daddy was gonna fight in war until he got ina car accident and ended up ina wheelchair, but we still love him. my papa was gonna fight in war but he decided to stay home to his wife. anne lives with us beacuse her parents abandund her when she was four, me and anne are the same age but shes 4 months older. i have a dog named sammie, i wanted him to come, but thats to much dog food to bring. 2:11 pm and i seen the rocky mountains and took to many pictures but it was excited to see. i was in the back seat eating oranges and drawing pictures of trees. when im always done drawing i give my pictures to my teacher Miss Carrie. she said i was an artist for just a fourth grader, i thought she was useing sarcasm but i took he compliment anyway. last week i had to do a report of what it was like to make churned butter, and i had to have it written my best pendminship. i didnt have good pendminship so i used the typwriter. i only had one sentance, it said " my daddy does the churning!" i got a D+ on it. It was the middle of winter and i was ina dress and flipflops, but we werent the rich family on the block, we were kinda under from average, so it isnt anything fancy to buy. just enough to put food on the table and clothing to wear. my daddy told anne once when we were ina store and she wanted a expensive blue dress, my daddy says " i think youd rather go naked for now on". my cuzin never takes a joke and thought he was serious, she had a blake look on her face the rest of that day. i always wore brown, and pink. i heard it matched my skin tone. i wasnt pale, i was just simply white, i got tan in the summer like a dried peach sometimes! But anne is a indoor person, shes basically pale like a ghost.my mom always told her to go outside, but anne never listens, she just listen to the radio. i sometimes catch her dancing, once she cought me watching her dance. i told her she was good and it was true she is. she was doing ballet dances and when i did ballet dances i always fell on my toosh, it hurt. anne said she doesnt want anytone to know. why hide the talent? if your good at something you should show it. im only good at blowing bubble with my gum and weeding the garden. im more of a "down and dirty with the dogs" as you can see. there was a dead opposm on the side o the road so i took a pictre of it. i took lots of pictures of trees, people, the rocky mountains, and buildings. some people were darker then the color brown. my papa said there spanish people and were always a tanish color unless you were a mix of a diffrent race. anne told me to not talk to strangers because they could be dealers or take something from you. my moma says the world is a dangerous place if you dont know what your dealing with. i thought the only dangerous thing was the tractor and falling from trees, but i guess theres more. Miss Carrie always talks about history of the country, but she reads it from the news, so its not really history, we just call it that. daddy told me when i got home i could have an extra piece of momas pie. it was 8:30 pm and i was getting tired so me and anne fell asleep in the back seat, but papa kept driving so we wouldnt have to take up another day of driving. i woke up at 7:25 am and papa looked really tired, he said we made it to california, we just have another 3 hours to go. i took more pictures of some people, cities and towns. some people looked at me weird when i took pictures but i dont care. anne didnt wake up until about an hour later. we ate crackers, and more oranges. anne was throwing a fit because we werent there yet, i was more of a quiet child. just 45 minutes to go then i get to see my uncle Jerry! i was getting tired early, my papa said i was getting car leg? i thought it was jet leg but thats when your in the air on a plane. it was the time diffrence though. it was also the climate change, i was getting colder and colder. anne kept saying are we there yet? then we woul argue about it, id tell her to be quiet and she would tell me to shutup. life goes on though. we finally made it to my uncles and he came out ina wheelchair? i asked him what happened with kinda a yelly voice. i felt like cryen he looked terrible. he told me he stepped on a land mine and his leg tore up. after i heard the story i felt a tear run down my face. my papa hugged my uncle and anne was being slow. we all went inside and ate some soup and drank grape juice. papa fell alseep in the chair so we stayed the night. in the morning my uncle told me that a tornado hit all through oklahoma. i could go back i didnt wanna see the tragity, papa and anne went back and i stayed with uncle jerry. i refused to go. besides i loved being in california. to be honest i didnt really like anne, she got annoying sometimes. oh well she was family and i had to deal with it and she lived with us. papa had to go back and check to see if his wife was ok, anne went back to see my parents and tell them everything, epeccially i told her to go back to see if their ok and for her to call me about it. my uncle made butter bread and more soup for dinner, and i fell alseep right after that. when i woke up the next morning i seen my uncle on the floor tryen to get back in the wheel chair. i couldnt help him i was only 11. i tryed to though and eventually we made it. he said i was strong for my age and patted my head, this time i wanted to make breakfast, i made toast and oatmeal. it was pretty good i guess. a couple hours later my uncle had a heart attack, so i called the ambulence. he died that same day, so now i was alone. if i remember my way back ill start walking home. i started walking home on the highway. it was starting to rain, then it started to pour. i had no shelter, i had to find a ride, so i tryed to hitchike. i got picked up by some greasie, kinda chubby, mid aged man ina cemi. he was going through Oklahoma so i think i was good for the ride, if i didnt have to pay him? we stoped at a old, it was kinda run down, truck stop. it was to quiet, except the engine runing on the cemi. he unbuckled himself and unbuckled me. i told him i had to use the bathroom. when i was opening the door and getting out he grabbed my arm and gave me a crazy look. i wanted to cry, learning my lesson (never to hitchike when your 11). i heard heavy breathing from him and he leaned over and pulled me to the back of the cemi. i shouldive listened to anne
"never talk to strangers they can do things and take things. well this mid aged man did something bad. as he did this, the words "never talk to strangers" kept running through my head. i couldnt stop it either because he was holding me down. no one could hear me from the middle of no where, and even if i did scream i dont know what he would do! all i could do is just go along with it. i could barely breath, i startedn to black out. just before my time ran out he stoped and i took a loud, deep breath. i still had to use the bathroom but he yelled at me, he must think i was gonna run off. so i prooved to him i had to go, so i peed in his chair. he yelled at me even louder and wouldnt shutup. i felt tired, so i took a nap. i woke up about 4 hours later and realize im not in a cemi anymore, i was in a station wagon! i asked the people what happened. the women in the passenger seat said they found me on the side of the road alseep like i was dead. they asked how old i am, where im going, and what my name is. i asked them the same thing, well except the age part, i could tell they were old. the man was names jeffrey and the woman was beth. i just realized the man in the cemi threw me out on the road when i was sleeping because he got what he wanted and threw me out like trash, it was his plan the whole time. the woman asked me if i needed to call someone, i said yeah. i tryed to call my mom and dad, my papa awnsered and said that my parents died from the tornado. i told him ill be home in a couple hours and i hung up the phone. i started cryen because of my parents and what happened with that man in the cemi. jeffrey asked me whats wrong. i said my parents died in the Oklahoma tornado a couple days ago and this man in a cemi did something bad to me lastnight. thats how i ended up on the side of the road, he got what he wanted and threw me out like trash. the woman looked at me up and down and said are you alright child? i told her i was hurt but ill be fine. we made it to Oklahoma and it looked terrible when i saw my house. my papa came out of the scraps that were left of the house, i ran to him and cryed agian. i was hurt and scared forever. my papa thanked the people for bringing me home. i told him everything that happened and he cryed. his wife came inside the house and said i heard the story my child, i hope you are ok. i thought i was ok but i was hurt inside and out. i lived with my papa and his wife in my uncle jerrys house. it wasnt a road trip i was expecting!