Summer gave up trying to do anything fancy with her hair and braided it down her back. “You better stay that way,” she warned it, her had twitching her towards her arrows. But she took a deep breath, just the way Anja told her, and counted to ten. And she reminded herself that shooting we hair would only cause a greater problem.
Summer turned around, and grabbed her bag. It looked just like an ordinary silver backpack. But it was magic. Summer had packed it last night, and she did a double check.
“Bag of hot cheetohs… Check. Arrows… Check. Jammies… Check. Knife… Check. Bow… Check. Stupid gold dress… Check. Wait. Never mind. I’m not taking that.”
Summer grabbed the stupid gold dress, and threw it out the window. Then she returned to her bad.
“Um… Sleeping bag, check. And…” Summer checked to make sure she was alone. “Cotton Candy Webkinz Bunny, check. Ambrosia, nectar, check.”
Finally, Summer stepped out of her tent, and collapsed it to a tiny square the size of a pack of gum. And she put it in her bag.
Summer went around to every tent and shouted “Bye! I’m going! I’ll IM you guys later! Um, that it! Bye!”
Eliza stepped out of her tent and hugged Summer. “Come back quickly, Summerlilly! I’m gonna miss you!”
“Ugh, I’ll escape as soon as I can. Bye!”
And with that, Summer darted into the trees.
Navigating through the trees wasn’t the problem. Arriving at her mother’s house was.
Yesterday, an IM had annoyed Summer. She’d been on her favorite tree, shooting. And then, out of nowhere, her mom was floating in front of her.
“Aiiiiii!” Summer had yelled, falling off the tree.
And then, her mom had asked her to visit for a few weeks. And Summer said no. But her mother threatened to break her iPod which she’d left, and so Summer had caved.
In about a half hour, Summer reached the airport. Quickly, she dashed to the flight to Las Vegas. Of course, the security would be a problem.
“Stop right there, missy. What’s that in your bag?”
Summer cursed in Greek. What could she do now? With a quick shake of her head, she sweetly said “Just my lacrosse sticks. I’m going to Las Vegas to play at nationals!”
In truth, Summer didn’t know what lacrosse was, but the security lady nodded, looking dazed.