“I’ve snuck out of the house, warning my sisters, on pain of death, not to tattle. Behind me, Zach is shining a flashlight to light my path, but I don’t need it. The patches of snow – what’s left after two days of rain – are bright. Besides, I’ve walked down this trail so many times my feet know the way. As we get closer, I feel a pang. It feels wrong to be sneaking behind Bridget and Andrew’s backs to use the cabin. I spent so much time at their house – it was so much more fun to play there tha...n at my house, with my strict parents and annoying twin sisters – that I practically lived there. Bridget and Andrew fed me, patched up my scrapes, even scolded me when I was naughty – as if I was one of their own kids. I almost hope the cabin will be locked. But not really. We’re going to have fun. And these guys are counting on me. I come to the end of the trail where it meets the bluff, then turn right toward the small clearing where the cabin sits. A tall hemlock looms in the dark, blacker than the night.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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