“Ugh, there's just no fun in this damn forest!” I screamed into the air.
“We could try to make it fun,” Peter suggested with a shrug.
He was sitting on the floor by the tent, messing around with some sticks.
His red hair was sticking out in every direction and his clothes were covered in patches of dirt.
Tanya and Michelle had left to the lake for a few hours so it was just both of us.
“Like what?” I asked stepping forward to meet him.
He shrugged again. I hadn't noticed quickly but Peter looked down. And tired. He had dark circles in his eyes and he was sitting with a slouch.
He ran his hands through his hair. “I could give an idea or come up with something but I'm just not in the right frame of mind."
“What's wrong?” I asked, my voice laced with concern. I sat next to him. Peter was always okay. He seemed like the kind of person who was always in a good mood. So seeing him that way was very strange. And sad.
“Nothing, I'm just thinking…”
“About?”
He shook his head. “It's irrelevant.” Then he smiled, a tight smile, and got up.
“C’mon, let's go find something to do.”
I blinked and got up slowly. “Sure. Have you suddenly gotten an idea?”
“Nope,” he said as we walked down a path. “Maybe…”
I raised my brow at him. “Maybe we could climb a tree?”
I let out a short laugh. “Not bad. And we could sit on top and see the view from there.”
He chuckled and we walked off, in search of a tree that was heavy enough to hold the both of us.
“You know…I used to wonder, if we sat on top of the trees, we could see the city from there…” he mused.
A smile tugged at the corner of my lips.
“You know, now I think of it, it would be so weird to see the city again. Like…damn buildings, electricity, lights….”
He laughed loudly. “It would be so crazy. Like, we'd be looking around like cave men...have we been here that long?”
“Well we have been here for a while but not really that long.” I scratched the back of my neck as I looked up and around, scanning the trees.
“Well, I think it's long enough for like…you know, for things to be different. I haven't picked up a book in a while, gone to places I usually go. Our whole lives, our daily routines…just stopped abruptly because of this. And I'm sure if we go back, those things that we were used to once would become strange. That's just life.”
“When.”
“What?”
“When we go back, Peter. Not if.”
His mouth parted a little, forming an o and he nodded slowly. “Right…”
“Hey come on.” I pushed his shoulder lightly. “We will get out of here.”
“And when?" He raised his hands up dramatically. "What if yes maybe these clues could lead us out of here, but we would possibly still have to do a million of them–”
“Dude don't say that."
“And we might not finish them because we'll probably perish or something–”
I laughed so hard that I couldn't stand up straight. I ended up on the floor rolling and holding my sides.
“Dude, who actually says perish?"
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Fall in San Diego
AdventureHaunted by the death of his family that he caused, Larry cuts himself off from the world and relapses into depression, subconsciously craving anything that would make him happy. He finds himself lost in the woods after his swirling emotions forces h...
