By:
Autumn R.
I
opened my eyes. The last thing I remembered seeing was the energy. Now, all I
saw was sunlight streaming through tree leaves. 'Where am I now?'
Leaves
cracked and crunched under a heavy training boot. Flower petals curled and
crinkled as frost chilled them to their cores. Leaves swayed and danced around
a sky-bound figure. Dusty and Glacier appeared in my unchanged, upward view,
but they were accompanied by a third figure that I didn't know.
"How
ya feelin', Sparky?" The third figure asked. "Ya almost bought it, ya
did. I had ta shoot tha blast with m'own fiyaball." Her accent was rough,
but classifiable as country.
"U-uh-"
My voice gave an undignified crack, and I cleared my throat. "I'm feeling
okay. Thirsty though. Where's the creek?" Glacier and the strange girl
looked at each other then the taller kneeled down to me.
"Th'r
isn't a creek fer 'bout a miles, Sparky. How'd'you hear tha'?"
-~-
Leaves
crackled under our feet as Geeli, our new campainion, and I headed for the
river, following only my sense of hearing. I was still surprised I was the only
one who could hear the water. It sounded like it was right beside us, and now
that we were walking towards it, it was getting louder. "Geeli, how am I
the only one who heard the water?" I asked.
"I
dunno, Sparky. Ask yerself that one, hun." The rest of the hike was
silent. The river was a large one, stretching across pretty far, maybe 50 to 75
feet.
"Woah.
Geeli, look at this!" I cried, watching the water rush by in horrified
fascination.
"Yes.
A riv'r. Ern't Sparks 'fraid of 'em?" Geeli asked, looking at me
concerned.
"Oh,
believe me. I am."
~-~
Once
the others heard of the river, we moved our camp closer to the water. Moving
camp put us close to a water source and gave us a sense of direction, since all
rivers flowed south.
Dusty
took a nap against a tree, while Glacier walked across the water to make an ice
bridge in case we have to bolt. A storm was steadily moving southeast. Glacier
swore it was following us because of me.
She's
crazy. It wasn't following because of me, was it?If it was, it was a mystery. Dusty said it was stupid, that I needed to
get that idea out of my head quick. Who knew the shy kid of my initiation would
end up being our rock?
"Glacier
was raised to ignore Sparks. She was taught to think that all Sparks do is burn
things." He explained, as the campfire next to us reached higher than it
ever had before. That night, I tossed in my sleep and stared at the side of my
makeshift tent. Glacier in the tent but sleeping in a hammock made of ice
crystals. Yep, kinda cool.
I
couldn’t sleep so I got up and walked outside, looking up at her peaceful
sleeping form. "Glacier!" I whisper-yelled. She started, falling out
and onto the dirt. Her hammock collapsed into water left her drenched. "What
do you want, Spark?!" She hissed.
"Why
do you hate me so much?"
~-~
What
does Glacier say? Will the group survive the “following” storm? And what’s up
with Geeli? Guess, what the answers to these questions are up to you, our
wonderful readers, because we are hosting an end-of-story contest that allows you to finish Autumn’s story!
Here are the steps:
1) Read the entire story first! We can't have a wayward ending that doesn't fit the story.
2) Put your name, Girl Scout rank, and troop number at the beginning of your ending!
Ex. Betty J., Junior, Troop 123
3) Don't stress over the story! Have fun! And when it's done, email your part 4 to limegreenatl@gmail.com and then check out limegreengiraffe.org on September 16 to see all of the awesome endings!
Submissions are accepted until September 6 and no later!
Have fun, go wild, and if you love writing stories, join the 2017 Lime Green Giraffe staff. You can find the applications here.
No comments:
Post a Comment