We were living our normal lives in Manhattan. Me, my mom, and my dad. Then, out of the blue, mom told us we needed to get away. Away from our normal lives. So mom told me to pack all of the essentials and to be ready by the door in 10 minutes. I packed clothes, toiletries, and my stuffed bear. Yea, I still have a stuffed bear and I'm proud of it. Anyway, when we got into the car, I asked "What's wrong?"
"Well you know how your mom quit her job?" Dad asked.
"Yea..."
"Well, they got kind of mad so they wanted to have a trial, and that's just crazy so we are just taking an emergency road trip just in case, we'll be fine."
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Half way through the ride, we passed a gas station.
"We should get some gas." I said.
"The tank is halfway full, we are fine." Mom said.
I believed them. Never should have.
Mom's GPS told her to go through the woods a couple minutes after, so we did. In the middle of the woods, our car stopped. We had run out of gas.
Mom kept murmuring,"Let's not panic, everything is going to be fine."
Dad tried to call a mechanic but it turned out he had no cell service. We decided to camp out until we could get back on our feet. We couldn't get back on our feet after what had happened. They should have believed me. But they didn't. Am I so untrustworthy? From what I hear about road trips, the only tip I've ever gotten was get gas every chance you get.
Well, that's how my new life began.