I was getting very bored just flying up in the sky on this Friday afternoon. We were going over a desert somewhere in California. All I saw was sand and rocks. We had left from Oregon a few hours ago and I was getting tired. It was one hundred degrees out and there wasn't a cloud in the sky. It wasn't supposed to be this hot; it was only October.
I looked at the flock and they were starting to sink down. I looked down to the ground and spotted a house in the middle of nowhere.
"Fang," I yelled. He looked over and I pointed down to the house. He saw it and I started to fly to it. I looked back up and the flock's faces were bright with the idea of a rest. I landed in back of the house and looked around.
The house was a one story that looked like it was built ten years ago. It was the coolest thing I had ever seen. There was a metal spiral latter that went to the roof and a metal pole that looked like it could be used as a sling shot. In the front of the house were a small empty pool and a huge tree that shaded part of the house. There was also a telephone booth that had all the glass knocked out of it. In the yard was a bunch of army stuff that was vandalized.
In side the house there was and old refrigerator, stove and a piano that looked like it hadn't been used in fifty years. The odd thing was that I could see empty beer bottles and soda cans everywhere.
"This place is so cool and old; I wonder when it was built or when someone had last been in here. I saw tire tracks outside and they looked like they were fairly ne-," Nudge tried to say put Gazzy had put his hand on her mouth before she was finished.
"Thank you," I said.
"Hey Fang what does it look like? I can smell gas and beer," Iggy said. Fang explained it to Iggy and I looked at our surroundings. There were a bunch of sand dunes with tire tracks on them at the top. No regular car could climb a sand dune like the way the tracks were going.
"Fang did you see any cars on the way here?" I asked.
"Yes, a few trailers," he said.
"Hey Max, I think I know what made the tracks. There were some weird cars and motorcycles on one of the sand dunes a while back," Angel said.
But before I could answer Iggy said, "You mean dirt bikes, quads, and dune buggies."
"How do you know?" I asked a little skeptical at the thought of him knowing that.
"I can hear a couple of them coming our way. They are about fifty feet away and Fang told me about them when we where on you tube once," Iggy said with a smile towards Fang.
"Ok, so what are we going to do?" Fang asked me.
"We could see if they could let us go with them back to their camp. The nights out here can get really cold if we're not careful," I said.
Just as I said that two buggies, four quads, four dirt bikes and one truck rolled up to the house.
When all the people got off the quads and dirt bikes we could see their faces. They were all kids that had ridden the quads.
On the quads and dirt bikes there were three girls and five boys. They seemed to be in the age range of twelve to fourteen. Then there were six adults that walked over to the house.
"Hey," one of the boys said. He and the rest of the kids walked over to us. The boy was about five foot six and had black hair.
"Hi, I'm Nudge. What's your name? This is Gasman, Angel, Iggy, Fang, and Max," she said.
"Hi, I'm Nick. This is Austin, Nick B., Jason, Melissa, Melissa, Katie, and Jeremy. We are camped over the dune what are you doing here?" he asked.
"Well we were hiking and we came across this so we decided to stay here for awhile. But we kind of got lost so do you think we can stay with you?" Angel asked one of the adults that had come over.
He looked blank for a moment and then said, "Sure you can all stay with us!"
I looked at Angel and thought Angel you aren't supposed to do that. She just looked at me and giggled.
"So what are you guys doing out here?" I asked.
"We come out here every October and ride our dirt bikes and quads," a boy named Jason said. We walked over to the house and sat on a bench that was shaded by the tree.
"So how old are you?" Jeremy said.
I said, "Iggy, Fang, and me are fourteen. Nudge is eleven, Gasman is eight, and Angel is six. How old are you guys?"
"Melissa and Melissa are fourteen, and everybody else is thirteen, except Jason who is twelve," Nick B. said.
"Kids were done it's time to go!" one of the adults shouted. The flock and I walked over to the dune buggies. They had Iggy, Angel, Gasman, and Nudge go in the truck and Fang and I go in on of the buggies.
I climbed in and looked at my seat belt. It had straps everywhere and buckles that were made of metal. I looked at Fang and he was ready to go.
"Fang do you think you can help me?" I asked feeling really stupid. He looked at me with a smirk on his face and leaned over me so he could put it on right.
"It really isn't that hard," he said. I started to blush when he said that and his smirk went into a full on grin.
"That's what you think," I said under my breath.
"You two ready to go," a man said as he and his wife climbed in and buckled their seat belts in less than twenty seconds. Fang just smiled and said, "We're ready now."
We took off last trailing behind the quads with the music blaring Crank That. Then we turned sharply and headed into a new trail that twisted and turned. After about fifteen minutes we came across the camp.