Clif Bar: A Narrative Fiction

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“Here we are” panted my dad as he sat down on a boulder. “Phew, that was rough” I seid as I sat down next to my dad. “Can I have a Clif Bar? It's hot out here backpacking.” seid my dad. I got out the Clif Bar and started to eat it. “Well, we can’t stay out here forever. Let’s keep on going.” I grabbed my backpack and swung it over my shoulder. Crunch, crunch, crunch, over decaying logs. Crunch, crunch, crunch, up over the hill and into an… “Orchard?” I asked in confusion as I stepped onto the soil. “Dad, I think we’re lost. There is a trail over there that should lead us to the main trail.” I seid. I walked over to the trail and saw that it did lead to the main trail, but there was a small drop to get down there. “Here we go!” I said as I jumped over the side. “Thanks for grabbing me Dad, I would of fallen of the other side.”…show more content…
Crunch, crunch, crunch, up small cliffs. Crunch, crunch, crunch, across a river. “Here we are, the sun’s down, we need to climb that cliff and, well, we have to camp there.” seid my dad. I scrambled over to the mountain side and began climbing. “Finally” I remarked as I put my foot on the trail. I unpacked the gear while my dad made the dinner. “Here?” I asked as I began to put up the tent. “Done with the tent! Now where is the dinner?” I sat next to my dad and started to eat the tin foil dinner my mom had packed earlier. I ate the broth and vegetables and later cooked some s’mores with my
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