1. Camping in the Woods
“C’mon guys, hurry up!”
16-year-old Janet looked back. “Hurry up!” She yelled again.
Gary and Sam looked up from the lizard they were trying to catch.
“C’mon, we’re going to be late!”
The two boys jumped up and ran to Janet, who had started walking again. The trees filtered the sunlight through a pattern of leaves. It was 4:00 PM, and the kids had to be back to camp by 4:15.
Janet’s black hair shone in the sunlight. Her brown eyes glared at her younger brothers. “You know Mom and Dad will kill us if we’re late,” Janet said. “I intend not to get in trouble.”
Gary rolled his eyes. “I don’t care what they do to me. I just don’t really care about ‘family game time,’” he said, making quotation marks with his fingers. “I’m not sure if I can stand another game of Parcheesi.”
“Ah, c’mon, it’s not that bad.”
Sam chimed in. “Oh yes it is! Every time Dad wins, he jumps around and does a…” he grimaced. “Victory dance.”
Janet laughed. “Oh, look, here we are!” The three kids walked into a clearing near a creek. Two tents were set up at one end, and a barbecue grill stood at the other end. Janet looked around. “I guess Mom and Dad aren’t back yet, so you two munchkins can run around for a bit.”
“All right!” “Yes!” The two boys cried before running off into the woods.
“But don’t go too far!” Janet yelled. She went into one of the tents and dug a book out of her suitcase. She sat down and began to read. After a couple of minutes, she sighed, set the book down, and laid back. “I wish roughing it didn’t involve so much…rough,” she muttered. She put her hand into her pocket and pulled out an old pocket watch. Opening it, she looked at the picture of the elderly couple inside. After a moment, she shut it and looked at the inscription on the back. To Randy, my love, it read. Janet stared at it. Her mind rewound back to when her grandfather had given her the watch
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16-year-old Janet looked back. “Hurry up!” She yelled again.
Gary and Sam looked up from the lizard they were trying to catch.
“C’mon, we’re going to be late!”
The two boys jumped up and ran to Janet, who had started walking again. The trees filtered the sunlight through a pattern of leaves. It was 4:00 PM, and the kids had to be back to camp by 4:15.
Janet’s black hair shone in the sunlight. Her brown eyes glared at her younger brothers. “You know Mom and Dad will kill us if we’re late,” Janet said. “I intend not to get in trouble.”
Gary rolled his eyes. “I don’t care what they do to me. I just don’t really care about ‘family game time,’” he said, making quotation marks with his fingers. “I’m not sure if I can stand another game of Parcheesi.”
“Ah, c’mon, it’s not that bad.”
Sam chimed in. “Oh yes it is! Every time Dad wins, he jumps around and does a…” he grimaced. “Victory dance.”
Janet laughed. “Oh, look, here we are!” The three kids walked into a clearing near a creek. Two tents were set up at one end, and a barbecue grill stood at the other end. Janet looked around. “I guess Mom and Dad aren’t back yet, so you two munchkins can run around for a bit.”
“All right!” “Yes!” The two boys cried before running off into the woods.
“But don’t go too far!” Janet yelled. She went into one of the tents and dug a book out of her suitcase. She sat down and began to read. After a couple of minutes, she sighed, set the book down, and laid back. “I wish roughing it didn’t involve so much…rough,” she muttered. She put her hand into her pocket and pulled out an old pocket watch. Opening it, she looked at the picture of the elderly couple inside. After a moment, she shut it and looked at the inscription on the back. To Randy, my love, it read. Janet stared at it. Her mind rewound back to when her grandfather had given her the watch
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