Chapter 4: Worries

Friday 11:00 PM

Gordo POV

By eleven P.M, Miranda still hadn't returned, and Lizzie and I were toasting marshmallows by the fire.

"Don't you think Miranda should've been back by now?" Lizzie asked.

"Yeah." I said. "I hope she's okay."

Lizzie started laughing.

"What?"

"I'm sorry; it's just so funny seeing you talk with your wet hair and sopping clothes." She giggled.

"Well, it's your fault."

"I never said it wasn't."

Then there was a still silence. Neither of us spoke for a few long seconds.

"Should we call?" I asked her. "To see if she's okay?"

"That sounds like a good idea." Lizzie said, biting into a marshmallow.

I started searching the tent. "Uh... Lizzie? Do you know where the phone is?" I asked.

"What? I thought you had it."

We both looked at each other. "Uh-oh." We said at the same time.

"No way Miranda has it." Lizzie sighed.

"She has the boat, too!" I exclaimed.

"So?" She asked. "What does that have to do with anything?"

"So what if she... you know... drowned? Then we'll be stuck here forever!"

"That's not going to happen, Gordo." She assured. "They'll pick us up after they realize that we haven't come home."

"I guess." I started to get in the tent and into my sleeping bag. "But I'm worried. Why isn't Miranda here?"

"I don't know."

I didn't either. I hoped she was safe. It was scary to think about life without one of my best friends.

"So, are you going to go to sleep now?" I asked from inside my sleeping bag.

"Well, I was going to wait until she came back, but it's sorta late and I'll be bored this late at night. So yeah, I'm going to bite the dust." She got into her sleeping bag on the other side of the tent.

Miranda's was in the middle, empty.

It scared me.

I prayed that she was okay.