A Noun

Chapter nine: Adventure

Ad•ven•ture
noun
1. an unusual and exciting, typically hazardous, experience or activity

I quickly ran down the stairs of my house as my parents questioned me who was parked outside, knocking on the door.

"You have school today. It's your last day then you have prom tonight." My mom warned me, knowing I had to leave for school in only a few minutes.

I grinned as I grabbed my purse from the stairs. "I um.."

My parents watched me and came closer as I tied my sneakers as fast as I could.

"Hazel-Ann" my dad warned.

"I've made a friend." I said before bursting out of the house so they couldn't catch me.

I grabbed Finns hand and dragged him behind me.

"What's going on?" He asked with concern as we go to his car.

"We gotta go."

My dad yelled from the front step. "Hazel-Ann, get back here-" he then saw Finnick and grabbed my mom.

"Oh god, get in, get in." I told him as I leapt into his car.

We drove off and Finn looked to me. "What the hell was that?"

I blushed. "My parents aren't very happy with me. I'm 'forbidden' to see my grandpa because my dad thinks that he's going to make me because a well educated author."

Finnick laughed. "That's a bad thing?"

"I might be skipping my last day as well..."

He gave me furrowed brows. "I should drop you off at school then."

"It's not like many people go the last day."

That convinced him.

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I was grinning like an idiot. Who couldn't be happier than I was in that moment?

Strong Enough by Ray LaMontagne played loudly on Finn's car stereo while we drove down the highway towards the destination I didn't know.

We sang loudly even though we were horrible singers. The entire highway could hear since we had the windows rolled down, letting the summer breeze flood in and make our hair dance.

I adored this. I adored how happy Finn was to have someone sing with him.

We sang song after song until we realized that we missed our exit.

Finn managed to find a route that would get us to our destination.

He pulled into a parking lot for the trans Canadian trail.

So, we got out and he grabbed a bucket that had things inside of it, and a basket from the back seat.

I smiled at him. "What are you grabbing?"

He popped the trunk. "Just some things."

He grabbed a fishing rod out of the back.

He gave me the basket to carry as he carried the bucket and fishing rod.

The bucket had a clatter of things inside of it, growing my curiosity but we continued down the trail to wherever he was taking me.

He reached a spot that had a good view of some water, and a large maple tree giving it shade.

"So, there's snacks in the basket if you're hungry." He told me as he set down his things under the tree.

I set down the basket and set up the picnic he had made.