The Storm

A few minutes went by before any trouble began. I suppose we should have treasured those moments, because of what came next.

"Alyssa, do you have any ponchos in your backpack?" Amy called out to me as it began to rain. She was a few feet ahead of me, smiling like a crazy person at Isaiah, even though she was just about soaked. 

I reached to pull the backpack strap off my shoulder and look, and that's when I realized it. Oh no... I left it back at the rock. I thought, panicking slightly.  

"Erm... No. I don't. I guess I forgot..." I said, not wanting her to know how much of an idiot I had been. Kyle gave me a questioning glance when I said that, because he knew I didn't have my backpack. Then he realized my intentions and nodded slightly.

"Oh. Alright, then. I guess we'll just have to deal with wet clothes." She said, shrugging slightly.

"Want me to go back and get your backpack for you?" Kyle whispered into my ear. I shook my head. "No... It's getting dark. You'll get lost." 

Apparently, Isaiah had been thinking the same thing. "We should head back to camp. People might start to get worried if we're not back soon..." He said in a quiet, stuttering way. 

"I agree." I said, thinking that I might be able to get back to the rock before anyone noticed  I had left my backpack.

"I can't really see... Alyssa, do you have a flashlight in your pack?" Amy said. Just then, lightning striked across the sky and thunder rumbled loudly. 

"No..." I said, trailing off slightly. "I, um... I left my backpack back on the rock by accident."

Amy and Isaiah turned and stared at me at exactly the same time. Both of them looked scared out of their wits. "H-How are we supposed to g-go back to c-c-camp, then?" Isaiah asked. I guess he couldn't see very well in the dark, because he was talking to an oak tree as he asked that.

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