Personal Narrative: Why Are We In Iowa

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"Shit!" The RVs engine started sputtering and smoking. I pulled over and hit the steering wheel. I got up and walked to the bathroom to look at my leg. It had stopped hurting a few hours ago. "Imara?" I sighed. "Yea I'm here." I continued to the bathroom and didn't close the door so I could hear Alister. "Where's Marcus and where did you take us?" His voice was stern. "We're somewhere in Iowa. I don't know where because my phone is dead and we're surrounded by grass plains. I left Marcus behind, I didn't trust him." I slowly unwrapped the towel from my leg. "Why are we in Iowa?" I looked down at my leg and no wound was there.

I tried to think if maybe I imagined the whole thing. I stared at my leg and knew I had to of been stabbed. My pants and towel were soaked with blood. What is going on here? "Imara why are we in Iowa?" Alister asked in a strained voice. "I
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I used my foot to reach my bag and pull it over. I unzipped it and took out a ravioli can. I pulled out a spoon I had in the side pocket of my bag and popped the lid off. I felt too groggy to move so I didn't care it was cold. I took small bites of the food. "When you're done we should start walking. We need to find a town." I didn't say anything. All I did was chew my food. "Are you listening Imara?"

I swallowed my food. "Mhm." I hate when I feel this tired. "When we reach a town you'll have to buy a car. I agree we have no time to waist so we'll leave this RV behind." The food was slowly waking me up. "Okay." I finished eating and slid the can away. I stood and washed off the spoon before I placed it back into my backpack. I tied my coat around my waist and zipped up my backpack. I squashed the box into the empty pocket meant for a drink holder and left the RV.

It was early morning and I could see all the dew covering the grass like a sheet of snow. Everything glistened and sparkled as I trudged down the lonely road. I hope it wasn't too long before the next