Tales of Adventure: Finalist #6

This terrifying tale from Lena is the last of our finalists in the Tales of Adventure contest! Again, congratulations, everyone!

This is also the longest of the entries, so I'm breaking it into two parts.


"Time to go." I snapped the goggles onto my head and checked Dylan and Savannah. They were suiting up with their hiking boots and goggles. They were both wearing matched cargo pants and green camo.

"O.K, K. We are all set." Dylan looked over and I had to stifle a laugh, his goggles looked weird on him. Dylan and Savannah are my best friends. They are a year younger than me, but they are normally able to keep up.

"Kaitlyn." Savannah looked over and redid her goggles. "Why do we need these things?"

Her brother looked at her like she was a doofus. "We're going to the Trail! " He rolled his eyes and made his way to the door.

"Got the survival kit?" I asked him. As he shook his head in a 'No', I handed him a light blue pillow bag.

"Don't know about you, but I think we'd need this." I said and he began opening the door. Savannah got a list and began to count off.

"Water?" She turned to me and I made a thumbs-up.

"Rubber ducky?" Dylan pulled out a rubber duck and looked confused. "Why do we need this?"

"Distraction. Just in case someone is about to find us, the other throws this in an opposite direction." I squeezed the rubber duck and it made a noise. I threw it to the floor and it played a small tinkering tune.

"Nice." Dylan tried to high five me, but I 'left him hanging'.

"Not now, Dyl." I shot him a dirty look and he pulled the next item out.

"Mirror? We are going to the wild, why would we need a mirror?" Savannah asked, but someone cut her off at 'Why?'

"If we need to blind someone temporarily."

The back door opened and my younger brother, Sam the genius, came in. "Even I know that, and I'm in fifth grade."

Savannah tried to giggle it off, but was hurt by Sam's remark. She blushed a deep red and I remembered that Savannah had a thing for younger guys, especially smart ones like Sam.

Dylan glanced at Sam for a moment before looking at me again. "Next?" He was obviously annoyed. Sam had that effect on him.

"There should be no one there tonight, you know. Earth Day celebrations are in three days. The hippies don't go and start their bongo banging until two days beforehand." Sam said, sounding older. "And you two look ridiculous, by the way." He snapped a pair of goggles on his own forehead. "I'm going." He said with finality.

"Bull Samuel. You aren't going anywhere. You've got GT Homework." I reminded him. "It's Friday, so you must have a ton."

"I'll do it Sunday. Besides, you are a freshman in High School, don't tell me I've got homework. You should be babysitting me right now." Sam was playing dirty.

"Shut it, Samuel." Dylan stepped in and waved us out the door. "We don't have much time, it's nearly Twilight."

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