Secrets in the Well
Part one: Kohana
The Well
Shoot! I'm late, I'm late, I'm late! Corrie quickly peeked at her watch as she rushed into the parking lot of the church. She continued to race through the lot up to the front doors. Upon reaching the church entrance, she leaned against a brick pillar that was stationed in front of the foyer doors.
"And you were teasing me about remembering?" A voice snapped. Corrie looked up to see a familiar figure emerging from the shadows of the other pillar.
Corrie held up her hand. "I can…explain." She stumbled. "Just let…me…catch my…breath first."
"I'll wait." The girl said coldly. "It had better be good." Her long brown hair fluttered in the wind. Her tall figure was stiff. She was tapping her foot with her arms crossed tightly.
When Corrie regained her breath, she stood up straighter. "I was baking cookies and I was just opening the flour container when you called. The flour spilled all over my shirt, so I had to change into this." Corrie indicated to her black shirt. It had long sleeves that flared out. It was pulled down over Corrie's shoulders so her shoulders were revealed. Under the black shirt was a red tank top. All that could be seen of the tank top were the red straps.
Naomi raised her eyebrow. "That's it?"
"Yes umm, no, err, umm…cookie?" Corrie pulled a bag of cookies out of her backpack. She pulled a cookie out of the bag and held it out to Naomi.
Naomi shrugged. "Why not." She took the cookie. Corrie breathed a sigh of relief. "You're lucky," Naomi said biting into the cookie. "The cookies saved your butt."
Corrie grinned. "I know. That's why I brought them" Naomi raised her eyebrow again. "And because I know you like them." Corrie finished hurriedly. She grinned.
Naomi shook her head. "Corrie, you are something else."
"I know." Naomi rolled her eyes and took another bite of her cookie. Corrie clapped her hands together. "So, what should we do?" Naomi shrugged. "Well let's not just stand here."
Corrie picked up her backpack and slung it over her right shoulder. Naomi licked her fingers. "There's really no place to go." She observed flatly.
"Aww come on Naomi. That's what exploring is all about."
"It's about going nowhere?"
"No. It's about going somewhere no one has ever gone before." Corrie stated dramatically. She stretched her arms out. "Finding new things. You know."
"Aww shut it with the drama." Corrie pouted. "Okay let's just go," Naomi looked around. "Umm, this way." Naomi pointed. She started walking around the right side of the church.
"Drama." Corrie said under her breath. "I'm not dramatic." She followed Naomi down the hill and around the corner of the church. "I am so not dramatic." Corrie continued.
"What's that you're mumbling about Corrie?" Naomi stopped and turned around.
"Nothing." Corrie said. She raised her gaze. She squinted her eyes. "What's that?" Corrie asked.
"What's what?"
Corrie pointed past Naomi. "That." Naomi turned around to see a pile of stones. "That's so cool!"
Naomi grabbed Corrie's shoulders and shook her. "Corrie, Snap out of it. You're obsessing over a pile of rocks."
"That's not just any rock pile Naomi." Corrie marveled.
"Oh crap. Here we go again."
Corrie started walking towards the pile. "Come on!" Naomi shook her head then ran to catch up with Corrie.
"Corrie, I'm telling you. It's just a stupid pile of rocks!" She yelled. "Hello? Corrie? Rocks, a big pile of rocks. Corrie are you listening to me? It's just a," Naomi stopped. "Well!?" Corrie stopped next to her.
She looked at Naomi. "See?" She walked closer.
"How odd." Naomi said puzzled. "I don't remember this being here." She stepped up to the well and looked over the edge. "I wonder if there's any water in it."
Corrie's smile widened. "Let's check!" She set her backpack down next to the well.
"I don't know if…" Naomi started but Corrie was already leaning over the wall of the well. "Be care…"
"Ahh!" Corrie screamed as the part of the wall she was leaning on crumbled and she fell head first into the well.
"Ful." Naomi leaned over the well being careful not to fall in. "Corrie!" She yelled into the well. The well repeatedly imitated her urgent call.