Jayden Swann, Age 11
Farms Intermediate
Another step. My feet burning, but still, I have to continue. I look over and see my friend, Chase, with annoyance wiped all over his face.
“Don’t worry, we’re almost there,” I say weakly, sounding way less encouraging than I intend.
“Every step I take, I feel like I’m stepping on fire!”
We trudge up a sand dune and down another. Eventually we peer over one more treacherous dune and find our little jeep next to the tent we have.
“Yay. How ‘bout we roll all the way down the dune?” Chase complains.
Suddenly thunder claps and clouds roll in like sheets covering the sky.
“What—” I begin, but am stopped by a sudden lightning bolt that sears through the sky and cracks right at the bottom of the dune.
Chase and I start sprinting to our campsite, completely lost on what we will do when we reach it.
We scramble to the tent and gather our stuff when everything goes quiet.
My fingers loosen and I drop all of the clothes I have panickedly collected just seconds ago. As I look out the door of the tent, I notice the sky, just as clear as day. Clouds have already gone, just as fast as they came.
“How—” I begin.
“WHAT is that?!” Chase shouts, and points at the crater at the very exact spot the lightning hit.
“That’s just where the lightning hit,” I say.
“No,” Chase says, “look at the inside of it.”
I walk forward and gasp, “Whoah.”
And there lies a notebook in the dead center.
