I'm packing a backpack of food and water when I hear a knock on my front door. I shout "Come in!" and a few moments later, Eve walks in, a pack thrown over her shoulder. She's wearing something similar to me: black cargo pants, black long sleeved shirt, boots and hair in a ponytail. The differences are I'm wearing a leather jacket, she's wearing a heavy one, and my boots are knee-length lace up, while hers are ankle and zipped.
She helps me finish packing our meal for later tonight and we plop ourselves on the couch while our phones charge. After some time, Daniel and Candy arrive, each a few minutes apart. Daniel brought the flashlights, matches, and sleeping bags. Candy brought pocket knives, marshmallow sticks and batteries. I grab my two backpacks -one food, the other just random stuff- and we head out. It's mile walk, so we ride our bikes.
Once we arrive at the edge, we ditch our rusted rides and head in, careful not to trip over roots and fallen branches. After some time of searching, we find a little clearing in a circle of trees. We set to work. I clear a spot in the middle and make a fire. Candy sets out the sleeping bags and puts roaster sticks in each spot, then helps Daniel place a log right by the fire for us to sit on. Eve hands out flashlights, batteries and smore ingredients.
By the time it gets fully dark, we're all settled in and making our smores. We laugh and tell stories, scary and humorous. We sing along with each other to the most annoying songs we can find on our phones. Daniel leaves at one point to gather more wood, and is back within a few minutes, dirt and wood pieces stuck to his shirt.
I chuckle. "We should do this more often. Maybe bring the whole gang next time."
"Totally," Eve says in agreement. Daniel and Candy nod. When we've eaten all the food, we settle into our sleeping bags, the fire still big and bright. We each cuddle our knives and flashlights, none of us admitting that we're a little nervous sleeping outside with no adults knowing where we are. I'm the last to fall asleep.
And will be the first to awake to screaming.
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Lost {A Short Story}
Teen Fiction[COMPLETED] Two girls and one boy go out to the forest. Alone. They have to make it from nine at night to dawn. They've been dared to stay a whole night there, and come back acting as if nothing happened. But how can one act as if nothing happened...
