My friend Hedwig and I were preparing to go on a trip to a famous trail near a volcano that was no longer active. But it was right next to the infamous trail where some one got lost on the trail and went insane. As we lifted the last of the boxes in to the car Madeline grunted, “I hate gravity.” “You’re just not able to lift any thing over ¼ of your weight.” I teased. I flashed her a smile. “Ha, ha,” she said.
Once we got the majority of the stuff into the car our moms drove us to where we had to start walking. The trip was just for me, Hedwig and our moms. Hedwig and I carried the lighter things while our moms carried the major bags. “Remember, kids stay close together and this trio is to educate you about nature, not for playing around.”
“Oh, and don’t break anything, this is a national park.”
That night we slept in a cave because somebody forgot to pack the tents. Luckily, the park was full of cavities in the earth. (Otherwise known as caves.)
We all fell asleep listening to the sounds of the forest.
As we woke up we noticed a gray mist had fallen over the camp. Our moms suddenly appeared through the fog. Their faces looked as gray as the weather.
“Bad news kids, we’re on the infamous trail, and we can’t find our way out.”