Chapter Two of a fictional story

Chapter Two
I grunt as my feet reach the last branch that will hold me steady. I straighten up and look over the tops of the trees. I sigh. Not a sigh of disappointment, but a sigh of something like relief. I don’t see the camp, and I can’t really see the mountain to be descending in any way, but the sight is too beautiful to be disappointed. I feel like the world is in my grasp, until Alison ruins the moment. 

“Well, what do you see?” She asks impatiently. I scowl at her.

“Gimme a minute, okay?” I stare out and search for anything else. How are we on a mountain? The world is flat! Mountains are supposed to go up and down, and all I can see is ground from side to side. Suddenly, it hits me. I turn to her. 

“Alison, I don’t think we’re on the mountain anymore,” I say hesitantly.

“How can we not be on the mountain anymore?” She demands in disbelief.

“If you don’t believe me, come and see for yourself. Mountains are not straight across.” She groans and begins to scale the tree. She may run fast, but she sure can’t climb fast. She can hardly even climb. 
Once she finally reaches the top and is standing on the same branch as me, she peers over the trees. 

“How?” She wonders.

“I don’t know, but we just need to focus on getting back to camp.” I look around again and spot a small clearing in the trees, a little ways away.

“What do you see?” Alison asks.

“Well, there’s a small clearing over there, and the camp is clearly nowhere around here, so maybe…” My voice trails off.

“Maybe what?” 

“Well, maybe we should find a spot to camp the night,” I say slowly. I’ve never slept in the woods before without a tent or a sleeping bag, and I am okay with that.

“What? Are you serious? No way am I doing that.” She answers strictly.

“Alison, you and I both know that we aren’t making it back to camp tonight. We don’t even know where it is! We don’t even know where we are! It’s the only thing we can do right now, and we’ll start walking again in the morning, okay?” I ask. She grumbles as she begins to climb down the tree. 

“Fine.” 

 

Scarry Night

VT

16 years old

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