Mission: Survival
Chapter Two
Three hours later, the six teens finally arrived at the edge of the forest. They all stepped out of the car, staring up at the huge trees, all thinking about how much fun they were going to have that week. They all hauled their packs out of the trunk of the car, slinging them across their backs. Frank locked the car and trunk. Then they started off into the trees, marking where the path went as they continued.
Biff Hooper, a seventeen-year-old blond, muscular boy, Joe's best friend, and the boyfriend of the third girl on the trip, Meg Colins, grinned at Meg as he marked a tree.
"Can't have us losing our way," He joked. The pretty red head smiled at his sudden boyishness, and, deciding to tease him, said, "Oh yes, we wouldn't want to find ourselves out here all alone, with nothing but our blankets and each other to keep warm at night." Biff's eyes widened at what she was implying. Meg gave him a little wink, quickly moving ahead to where the other two girls were walking. The three giggled at Biff, exchanging a series of high fives. The Hardys dropped back to where Biff was still standing, shocked, his mouth hanging open.
"Careful, Biff," Joe said, grinning impishly, "You wouldn't want to catch any flies." Biff glared at his friend, but snapped his mouth shut. Then the three boys burst out laughing, doubling over and finally falling to the ground. The girls looked at them, shaking their heads.
"Boys," Callie suddenly sang out, "It's not to late for us to leave, letting you silly fools continue on without us." All three quickly stood up and straightened their clothing, running their hands through their hair. Although, looking back later, they all wished that they had done just that, but then, none of them realized that the weeklong camping would turn into a seven-day trip of terror.
They soon reached a small clearing, and, realizing that it was beginning to get dark, decided to pitch camp. Two hours later, the six friends sat back, pleasantly full of the girls' cooking.
"Well," Joe said, smiling wickedly, "who's up for some ghost stories?"
"Sorry, Joe, but it's already eight o' clock, I'd rather turn in for the night." Vanessa replied. Everyone else nodded in agreement. He put on a hurt face, but nodded. They all climbed into the two tents, one for boys, one for the girls.
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