Dear Diary,
So I was lost. I tried to be positive. Maybe this could be a good experience for me! I was way, way off. Mother Nature hates me, I think.
I was walking, when I tripped over a rock. I tumbled into a large tree hard enough to shake it. Then I got a nasty little surprise from the drone of bees that fell along with their nest. I ran over to a muddy puddle, grabbed a handful of icky water, and splashed it at them. They flew away with a defeated buzz. I rubbed my swollen bee sting on my right arm. It hurt but I would live. I kept walking.
I wondered what Pablo was doing back at the camp. Probably something dreamy. I heard a squishing sound, then I looked at my sneakers. They were caked in a thick layer of mud. I wish I would have kept looking down, but no, it's never that simple. I decided to look up. Big mistake. A large, hairy, gross, horrible, eight-legged, beastly, multiple-eyed, probably deadly spider drifted down onto my nose with a fine thread of its web, which spread three feet in front of me. I tried to keep it cool. I failed.
"SPIDER! SPIDER! GET IT OFF!" I jumped up and down and shut my eyes so that I couldn't see it. I was still jumping when someone tapped me on the shoulder. I opened my eyes. I was hoping for Pablo. I was disappointed to see Marcus, but he had saved my life. So I hugged him. "Thank you so, so much! Oh god, that was horrible!"
"You don't know the definition of horrible."He then told me a story about how a raccoon attacked him, yadda-yadda-yadda, blah-blah-blah. Oh, and he told me that he attacked it back. I tapped my foot impatiently. Sure I felt bad for him, but this was all his fault anyway. So I gave him a fake little smile, then I slapped him.
He rubbed his now red cheek. "What was that for?!" How stupid could he get?!
"Bite me" was all I could get out. I then proceeded to angrily stomp away from him. I held my head up high and closed my eyes, trying to look better than him. Not that I needed to try. "I have a keen sense of direction. I'll have us back in no time. I was surprised he didn't comment when I walked into a tree. I lead the way back using my keen senses for approximately eleven minutes. I decided I didn't need to try to look even better than him if I already was, so I kept my eyes open. Throughout this walk, I brought up why I was mad, and that this was entirely his fault. I made sure he didn't forget that.
I stopped when something shiny caught my eye. "Hmm" I pondered what it was as I bent down to pick it up. 'Oh!' I recognized this butterfly bracelet from somewhere. Where had I seen this before? Then I remembered. "This is Karen's" I announced. "She lost it in the woods the other day when I kicked the soccer ball in there! She went to go get it, and lost her bracelet. We must be close. I wish we knew which direction camp was though." Before Marc could try and snatch it from me, it started glowing pink, and hovered slightly above my palm. Then, a blinding light blocked my vision.
"I can't see!" Marcus yelled.
"Me either!" Suddenly, the light vanished, and I regained my sight. I looked down. I glowing pink strip stretched in front of me, creating a path onto the ground. It matched the color surrounding the bracelet. I grabbed the bracelet out of the air. What had happened? Marc and I looked at each other, and shared a silent conversation.
"It's like..." He started.
I finished his sentence for him. "Magic..." I remembered the book Marcus and I had read together in the fifth grade. The main character was a witch girl, and she had used a spell to find her way through the forest. Marc apparently had the same thought as I did.
"It's charmed!" We yelled in unison. Marc piped up even more.
"Let's follow it!" That statement was worthy of a dirty look.
"Are you nuts? It could lead us to a death trap, or something!" He ignored me, and started following lit pathway.
"It could also lead us back to camp." I liked that thought, so I started to follow him.
I finished our thought aloud. "You do know what this means, right? Karen must be a witch!" The gears were whirring in my head. This could be the only possible explanation for what just happened. I finally had something to hold against her! If she was a witch, that would explain why she was always so good at everything. Which meant... I WAS NUMBER ONE! I needed a way to expose her powers. I could make money off of this. I could write a book about her and her evilness. She would be out of my life! She was secretly my only competition against Pablo, but she would be gone. HE WOULD BE MINE! But this all sounded kind of evil. I wouldn't want to ruin someone's life, would I? Even if it was Karen, a person is a person, and she has feelings too. But she isn't a person- she's a witch! So why not go along with my plan? Because it was a truly evil plan. It was a sinful thought in the first place. But I wasn't a bad person. Was I?
