To an outsider, the lake looked completely different than it had five minutes ago. Joyous laughter filled the air, sounds of happiness and life. The lake was no longer creepy, but exciting and full of life. The four girls splashed, shouted, swam and danced, stirring up the still lake water. The four girls were free. There was no boredom, or fear, or anger, or sadness, or manipulation, or controlling. There were just four best friends. Four genuine smiles of happiness.
The full moon was high over head by the time Boo waded out of the water. Her fingers were prunes and her toes were icicles. She quickly snatched up the towel she had smartly thought to bring and wrapped it around her. Sasha, Ginny and Melanie soon followed Boo's lead and came back to shore. After drying off and putting their clothes back on, the four set off back to the dance studio.
They wandered and wandered around.
"Sasha, are you sure we're still on the path?" Boo questioned.
"Ya, this doesn't look very path-like," Ginny added.
"Just keep walking." Sasha said.
"This is not a path, this is wildness." Melanie added.
"Are you sure we aren't lost?" Boo asked with fear in her voice.
"I don't remember this when we were going to the lake. I think we're lost," Ginny agreed with Boo.
"We aren't lost." Sasha said, turning around to look at the group.
"We are so lost. What path has bushes growing across it?" Melanie retaliated. "Admit it Sasha, we're lost."
"Fine! We are lost!" Sasha threw her hands up in the air. "Now let's keep walking, we have to meet civilization sooner or later."
"And what, get ourselves into more trouble?" Melanie questioned.
Melanie and Sasha stared eye-to-eye. Sasha wasn't used to people fighting her, and she didn't know how to react. Ginny and Boo stood there shocked at the confrontation. No one knew what to say or do.
"Why don't we call someone?" Ginny said breaking the silence.
Melanie took out her phone, "Mine's dead."
Boo took out her phone, "I have no signal,"
"Me neither," Ginny said.
Sasha patted her pockets, "I must have left my phone at the beach!" Sasha groaned.
"So now what do we do?" Boo asked.
It's short. Writer's block. Sorry.