First off, this chapter is much shorter than what I have been posting recently. Sorry about that. Second off, if your wondering if I'm a Wicked fan, then yes once again due to the fact this chapter is named off the song "What Is This Feeling?" From Wicked. If you haven't heared it, search it. That's what YouTube is for.

"Get out here," my father commanded sternly.

I crawled out of the back of the car slowly and hopped down. My eyes had to adjust to the bright sunlight but I soon caught the faces of people around me. My grandfather stood there with my dad's best friend Collin (I knew this because he came over all the time) along with a boy who looked a year older than me.

"What were you thinking" My dad practically shouted at me. A fear suddenly arose that I had never felt before. My father had yelled at me a bunch of times before but this time felt different.

"Well, I…" I stammered, still scared.

"That's the thing, you didn't think." The look in his eyes told me 'It's taking everything inside of me not to hit you right now.'

"I need to get you back home," my father continued.

"What?" I couldn't believe what he was saying (Well I could but I was hoping for a different reaction. Example: Letting me stay. Not the point though.). "No way am I going back home."

"We'll finish the drive there and then I'll have somebody drive you back home."

"If you take me back home I'll just run right back here," I spoke up. "I know the directions. I copied them from your notebook. I'm not stupid."

"Does your grandmother know?" My grandpa piped up.

"She's been in on this all along." It was the truth.

"Well it's for guys only," my dad pointed out. "So you have to go home."

"One step ahead of you." He didn't notice what I wearing? My dad could be slow sometimes. I had purposely packed and was wearing ripped jeans with plain white shirts. Being flat-cheasted really helped. "See I can just tuck my hair up in this." I pulled out my grandfather's Fedora and arranged my hair so it looked short.

"Wow she had this planned out," the boy popped in.

"Of course I did. Now will you let me stay?" I pleaded.

"There is no way I'm letting you come with us. It's dangerous and not a place for a teenage girl."

"Come on. Let me stay for at least a week and then if you feel the same way, you can send me home and ground me when you get back."

My dad looked at his dad with 'What should I do?' look on his face.

"It's your decision," he replied.

My father sighed and looked at me. "Fine you can stay." He was giving in. A huge smile came across my face. "But you'll be rooming with Allen here," he pointed to the boy. "Due to the fact he is in on this secret. You'll be known as Henri, my son, who I invited to come with us. Got?"

"Get," I crossed my arms with a satisfied look on my face, pretending to cool about everything but really I was overwhelmed with joy.

"Um… Not meaning to interrupt anything, but we need to get a move-on so we make it to the sight before nightfall," Collin pointed out.

"Agreed," my grandfather nodded.

We all hopped in the car and continued with the trip. This time I didn't hide behind boxes.

I sat next to Allen who was very…well…how would a girl put it? Attractive. I caught him glancing at me a few times and I suddenly felt this new feeling. Much different from the one before.

Since I see most writters do this, I would like to say, I DO NOT OWN INDIANA JONES WICKED, OR YOUTUBE!