I Get Thrown, Like, 10 Feet

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"Turn left here!" I yell to Dylan.

He spins the wheel abruptly and the jeep swerves to the left as we rock to the right.

Adanya's gloves are still glowing a deep purple as she grips onto a bar of the jeep for dear life.

Now we're speeding down a dirt path towards what seems to be a pile of rocks.

"Where do I go now?" Dylan yells.

"Just head straight for those rocks."

"Are you right in the head? We're going to crash if I do that."

"Just trust me on this one."

He grumbles but continues forward.

I lean my upper half out of the jeep and when we drive past, Dylan slowing a bit because of a bump, I reach out and grab a metal handle, pulling it all the way to the other side of the stand. It creaks a loud metallic click when I do so.

Then Dylan guns it as the rocks open up to reveal a cave.

"Turn right, quick!" I exclaim.

He does so and while driving by, we see the wall we would have crashed into if I didn't know that the wall was there.

Dylan then pulls the jeep to a stop.

We all jump out and start congratulating each other.

"You guys were awesome! You and your gloves were awesome, and your driving was awesome. . ."

"Well you knowing about this cave is awesome," Dylan says, looking around in awe while doing so, "how did you discover it?"

"I came across it when I got lost one day and have been coming here every day. Well, until I met you guys."

"Well, good job," Adanya says with a smile on her face, her hand extended for a fist bump.

I gladly oblige but when I do, I get shot back and into the opposite wall.

"Oh my goodness! I'm so sorry! I forgot to turn them off!"

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