Chapter 3: Wendy

Hello, readers! Tomorrow I go back to school, which means that winter break is just about over, but right now, here’s another chapter of the story, I’ve been working on! I hope that you enjoy reading it, and I would love to hear your advice and opinions in the comments! Anyways, without further ado, here’s chapter 3 of my story:

It was just a normal day. For an abnormal kid. At sixteen, Wendy was regularly doing things that would have made a professional daredevil get nervous. At the moment, she was backpacking at an unknown location. The only clue to her location was a tiny gps embedded in her ear disguised as an earring. The gps coordinates would only be looked at if she didn’t show up at home after the scheduled length of four days. It was her biggest stunt yet: it would be all over the news, if her mother would allow it. She was certain that her mother would turn away every hungry reporter that came to their doorstep. She could be the next great adventurer, her name known all over the world, if only her mother would realize it.

One thing she wasn’t ready for her mother to realize was how many places she’d really been. She could fly a plane, she had pilot’s license and everything because of a certain very mysterious individual who’d shown up at her first few locations, speaking to her privately when she’d wandered off from the group. This time, she’d asked him to back off though. This trip was hers, and even though it was relatively close to home, no one would find her, and she was sure of it.

She was feeling confident, with a spring in her step despite the pounds of equipment she was carrying, so when the branch came hurtling out of nowhere, knocking her over and pinning her arm to the ground, her first instinct was to call for help. When she remembered she was alone in it all, she panicked, but got herself together and knew that she would get out of this bind, even if she was completely on her own, and hopelessly lost to the rest of the world.

Wendy tried to lift the branch off with her other arm, but it was big, and her position made it hard for her other arm to reach around. Her right arm, the one that was pinned, hurt really badly and she thought it was most likely broken in a few places. As a rule, Wendy always kept a first-aid kit within reach at all times. She tended to the cut where her cheek had been scraped and put some neosporin and a band-aid on it. She tried over and over to get the branch off, but eventually decided to save her energy for survival. She took stock of what she had and could reach and had access to: 4 energy bars, a 32 ounce water bottle filled with cold water, a pocket blanket that would take a bit of strength to get out but would keep her warm at night and a lighter. Lighting a fire would be risky, but if she got really cold she could always light a very small fire and use it to warm her hands. All the rest of her food was a couple feet away, along with the rest of her water and her tent. She knew that help would come in 3 days, she just wasn’t sure she would make it until then.

So…

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