The teacher handed out worksheets and flashlights as the sun began to set. Scott sits next to me wiggling his feet and agitatedly turning to the window every five seconds.
"Are you alright?"
Scott gives a tight smile. "How fast can you run if I tell you to?"
"You're in my P.E. class."
His face grows grim remembering my shocking performance and his mouth makes a small 'o'.
I attempt to lighten his spirits. "I think the scariest thing we'll see is a squirrel."
Stiles intersepts. "Or a bat."
"Or a snake."
"Or a mountain lion."
"Or a bear" I forgot why we started this list. Right... To calm Scott down. "Don't worry. With the right motivation I can run pretty fast."
Peering through the window at the sinking yellow sun, sweat drips down his forehead. He adds with a mutter. "I really hope so."
