Jason's POV
"What a place you have here blaze!"
Blaze!" Mom said sounding as amazed as when I had my first birthday. Gross.
"Yeah, thanks. I've been living here for nearly 12 years now. You want a drink? I've only got jars of this stuff, I call it" Magnificwater!"
"Ummm, no we're still hydrated." Dad said uncomfortably.
"So, how y'all end up here?" Blaze the man said.
"Well, we WERE going the right way until our daughter wouldn't get off the stinking phone!" Mom raged.
"Wha-bu you told me to-
"Bo, I didn't tell you smack little girl. You just wouldn't get off the phone with your boyfriend!"
"Ok girls we get it! Now, if we can all just calm down, we can all work together and come up with a plan for how to get out of here. I've found all these parts in the desert. I found an old 100 hp engine, some nuts and bolts, a screwdriver, and a whatever this is." Blaze said, holding it up.
"Oh, that's easy. That's a book called the hunger games. It is filled with action packed stuff in it. Like-
" Ok yea thanks for giving me a migraine it worked." I said.
"Ok so, what do you guys think?" Blaze said.
But blaze of course had to speak again. "What if we could fix up this engine with these nuts and bolts and fix up yalls car! I have some wipes in my dome. We could do this!" Blaze encouraged us. We all agreed to this. So on that day was the day that we declared time to get to work. I got the wipes and ran to the car and started wiping everything down. I had to run like 4 miles to it. Good thing I run track. Of course, our car is an absolute mess. With my little brother in the back making a bigger mess than he does in the bathroom. Maybe we can achieve the goal, maybe we can accomplish victory but there's still one thing. What if we don't?
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The Stranded Family
AdventureA family that has been lost coming back from Arizona takes a wrong turn to somewhere and at unfortunate timing, they run out of fuel. Can the family find a place to get resources or a place to stay?or, will they be stranded in the dry weather with n...
