Open Highway Narrative

As my friends, Bobo, Madison, and Ellie, and I are heading over to the great smoky mountains we decided to have some fun. We start by blasting music and speeding down the open highway, because after all the journey from Detroit 's is too long to be boring. We start by listening to some J Cole and then speeding down the highway in my Jeep wrangler. The sun shinning the roofless car became increasingly hot. As we all sunk into the story the lyrics told and talked about little things like the next big concerts we decided to pull off and grab some food at Culvers. Thinking about the cold sundaes and burgers we all were in some kind of weird food trans. We arrive to remember that we barely have any money and that we were basically broke, but we still

We soon realize that we are in a major problem and we start frantically looking for help. Finally at eight o’clock that night we return to the car empty handed and decide to spend the night on the side of the road and to check in the morning. Soon the cool summers air kicks in and the brisk breeze comes over us we start talking about ridiculously awful possibilities. One person asks us what we would do if we woke up to the car on fire we tell her to chill and dismiss the idea immediately. Next thing I know I’m waking up and the sun is rising I hear some chatter in the back and look behind me and see that Madison and Ellie are up we get up, wake up Bobo and decide to all look together. We go back the way we came and finally, after an estimated three hours of walking, we find an open garage we tell them about the car trouble and they tell us that they won’t know whats wrong until they look at the car. We tell them the situation without leaving out that we only have 78 dollars on all of us. The mechanic laughs and tells us that there isn’t much he can do because the cost to look at the car will be more than

She starts by saying that she lives right around the corner and kindly offers her home to us for a couple of days she tells us that we can push the car and bring it into her garage and store it there as well gratifully we hug her and with a burst of energy we realize that it was all going to be okay. We finally started heading over to the car when we ask ourselves if we got jobs. We start discussing it and realize that she wasn’t very clear so we make the trip back to the McDonalds and realize along the way that we don’t even know her address. So we made the walk back to McDonalds and she tells us she lives on 44 Mckinley St and that it is two blocks down the road and she tells us that we all can work for her for a week or so until we get enough money to fix the car. Finally we walk back to the car exhausted we start the task of getting the car to 44 Mckinley St and we arrive four hours later covered in sweat and dehydrated. She invites us in and gives us beds and we pass out. The next morning I woke up at twelve and she had made lunch for us and left a note, “Dear friends, Please try and be at work at