Creative Writing: Moving To The Rocky Mountains

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“Time to go!” my dad said. My dad was the chief, not so surprising huh? “Hey, tell your sister to come out and go. We’re migrating now, it’s too cold here.” “Okay,” I said. “Katrina, let’s go!” I exclaimed. “Okay,” she responded. So on we went, on an adventure between life or death. We started by moving to the Rocky Mountains. It was snowing and cold, good thing our tribe brought warm clothes. I looked up at the sky. ‘The clouds look fluffy. If only I could wish away all of my cares and live on a cloud,’ I thought. “Hey look at that jagged mountain,” a little kid called out. “Yes, honey,” who looks like the little kid’s mom said. After a few days, we passed the Rocky Mountains. “We’re out of the Rocky Mountains now!” my dad exclaimed. Voices of happiness suddenly appeared around me. …show more content…
I was still thinking about the fluffy clouds. “Hello?” my sister asked” “Yes! That’s right!” I suddenly said. “Huh?” my sister asked. “Oh, never mind,” I said embarrassed. “We are now moving on to the Great Plains. After we cross this territory we would be in unknown territory. It will be all right,” said my father. That worried me a little. Suddenly, if my dad knew what I was thinking he said, “We’ll be fine.” I forced a smile. The Great Plains was, how do I describe this, “grassy” and didn’t have many trees. I thought the Great Plains had a lot of trees and acorns, but guess not. “Dad, when do we get to eat acorns?” I asked. “Soon, very soon,” he replied. I started to look at the sky, for some reason ever since I was small, I always liked the clouds. ‘This is not the time to think about clouds,’ I thought and focused on my surroundings. After what felt like an eternity, we passed the Great Plains. We were now entering the Interior Plains, where we would stop for a break. “Be careful, we do not know this land very well. Stick together,” warned my father. After a few hours of walking, we took a break. “Finally!” exclaimed my