Howdy there, the name's Luke Johnson. I grew on up deep down south, middle of no where Alabama. I could tell you where, but I reckon you ain't never heard of it. It's a small town where everyone knows everyone. One of those type a towns. But I'm tired of it. I'm sick and tired of getting in up in this little white town everyday. Where we farm and go to church and spend time complainin' about how those darned liberals are trying to take away our guns. So me and my good dog, Spot, have come up with a foolproof plan to get us out of here, and up to New York where we can make somethin' of ourselves.
The red X is where we are, and the green X is where we're gonna be. As I'm writing this, me and Spot are sneaking out of the barn and hopping into my Pop's old trunk-- he's been tryin to sell this ol' thing anyways. Then I hot wire the car (I learned how to do it when I was watching Joe Dirt with my old man) and sped off down the rigidity dirt road. The sun arises and all I see around me are corn fields. I've gotta be to Kenturkey by now! But I'm getting tired, and my dog has peed twice in the back seat, so I pull over into this little motel on the side of the road. I walk in and some girl a little bit older than me sits at the front desk.
"Need a room?" she says, not lookin up from her Teen Vogue magazine. I don't think I trust her, as my old man told me reading anything besides the bible was a sin. But I have to.
"Yeah, I need a room...."
"Cash or credit?"
"Huh?"
"Cash," looking up from her magazine, "or credit?"
"I didn't know I needed such thing."
"Whatever, will you follow me on Instagram. It's @Saraaaa343xx."
"Uh, sure." I agree, not sure of what that means. She flings me a set of keys and I'm on my way.
Jeez, great great great uncle Jerry made movin out west seem easy. I'm just movin up to the north, it can't be too different, right? We are in the same god-blessed country, AMERICA! I bet they hang confederate flags outside their houses and have a shrine to Donald Trump, just like we do.
"Need a room?" she says, not lookin up from her Teen Vogue magazine. I don't think I trust her, as my old man told me reading anything besides the bible was a sin. But I have to.
"Yeah, I need a room...."
"Cash or credit?"
"Huh?"
"Cash," looking up from her magazine, "or credit?"
"I didn't know I needed such thing."
"Whatever, will you follow me on Instagram. It's @Saraaaa343xx."
"Uh, sure." I agree, not sure of what that means. She flings me a set of keys and I'm on my way.
Jeez, great great great uncle Jerry made movin out west seem easy. I'm just movin up to the north, it can't be too different, right? We are in the same god-blessed country, AMERICA! I bet they hang confederate flags outside their houses and have a shrine to Donald Trump, just like we do.
I really enjoyed reading your post! You did a good job of using a southern dialect and the modern take on what the journey was very interesting since I've read the book. Luke not knowing that he would need money on the journey was especially funny as if Huck Finn had taken place in modern times, the journey would have been very different and I think you showed that well.
ReplyDeleteYour post was fun to read and I really liked how you mimicked the southern dialect in your post! I think it was interesting how you showed Luke not knowing he needed money as a modern day struggle. How else do you think Huck's journey would have been different is his journey took place in a modern setting? What other struggles do you think he would face and how would they compare to the struggles he faced in the novel given the time period back then?
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