Collection of stories from 2014-15

A Perfect Picnic

(Part A)

My family and I loved to picnic. I don't know why, but somehow it just felt good to relax with a sandwich watching the sun set. My dad started the tradition of picnicking every last Saturday of the month. My mom was against the idea at first, but after a lot of convincing by me, my older brother John, and Dad, she finally gave way. And thus the tradition was born!

We usually would picnic in Cherrywood Forest, a peacful little place where the flowers smell sweet and the birds sing beautifully. When you travel to Cherrywood, all of your troubles seem to melt away. I love it.

It was that time of year again, and my family was happily singing When She's Comin' Around the Mountian in the car. My younger brother Timmy was out of tune, and Dad wasn't even trying to sound nice. We need to get singing lessons because we sound like a bunch of screeching cats. But we were having fun, and that's what mattered.

I gazed out my car window and asked,"We are almost there, right?"

Mom turned around to look at me."You have been to Cherrywood at least twenty times now; you should now that we are almost there."

Dad rose to my defense."Give the child a break, Mary. Cara is very eager to picnic, as am I and the rest of the family."

I looked out the window again and smiled. I saw the sign that read,"Welcome to Cherrywood. Please enjoy your stay."

Timmy saw it too and squeaked excitedly,"We are almost there! Yea!!" He grabbed his teddy bear, Mr. Buttons, and said to it,"I can't wait to eat yummy turkey samys!"

John said,"It's sandwiches, not samys."

I said,"Whatever, John. You got a problem against samys?" I personaly want to chow down on a samy." I stuck my tongue out at him and he returned the favor.

A half hour later, my Dad stopped the car and got out. I unbuckled my seat belt to get out, but Mom said,"Stay in the car, Cara. We will be right back."

She got out of the car. I looked at John and said,"What's going on? Aren't we supposed to get out too?"

John didn't respond for a moment. He finally asked after a minute,"Cara, doesn't the road go throughout the forest?"

"Yeah."

"Then why did the road suddenly stop?"

He pointed out the window and I gasped. The road suddenly ended right in front of us. Dad was on the phone talking to somebody, presumably a forest ranger, and Mom just stared at the road with a strange look in her eyes. Then she walked to the car, opened the door, and said,"Why don't we take a nap. We are all tired and maybe we went down a wrong path."

Dad opened the driver side, got in, and said,"I agree. Let's take a peacful nap."

I looked at John."What do you think about all this?"

He replied,"I think we should listen and sleep."

I felt uneasy about all this for some reason. I pondered everything that just happened and as I closed my eyes, I could've sworn I heard a faint scream in the distance.

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(Part B)

When I woke up, John and Timothy were softly snoring next to me. I looked out my windows and my eyes opened in suprise. Instead of the gentle sun shining down from the sky, a eerie, thick fog covered the woods, making it very hard to see. I was about to wake my family up, starting with my father, when I noticed that my parents were no longer in the front seat!