First Kiss: The Ghost Bird Series: #10 (The Academy Ghost Bird Series) (37 page)

“I’ll take a cookie,” Luke said. “Or five. Homemade, though. Extra chocolate chips.”

I was yanked up to the rim of the cavern, dirt smudging my sweater. When I got to the top and was standing by Luke, I brushed off my clothes. All the girls were covered in brown stains on the fronts of their clothes.

Luke dropped down to his stomach again and leaned further out. Nathan backed up, and then raced toward the wall of the pit, jumping up the side wall as he grabbed for Luke’s hand. Luke caught and used Nathan’s momentum to pull him up as the rest of us watched in awe.

Nathan and Luke stayed on their knees for a minute, breathing heavily and recovering.

“Whew,” Nathan said, pressing a hand to his side. “No more falling into pits, girls. We might not always be around to call on.”

“What was that?” Lake asked. Her eyes were narrow, suspicious. “The call.
Suu-wee
?”

Luke shrugged, brushing grass and dirt off his black pants. “It’s an emergency call from our neighborhood. If you hear that, someone’s in trouble.” He looked at me to confirm. “North made sure we all recognized it once we knew what it was.”

“But that’s not an Academy thing,” Nathan said. “So don’t expect other people to respond to it.”

Lake nodded, shifting from foot to foot. Next to the guys, she did look more like a guy, just with feminine features, like a fine nose and the fact that she was small.

Luke waved at the girls to get their attention. “Now listen, you didn’t see us here. I need you all to pinkie swear it.” He held out his smallest finger toward the girls. While he was grinning, his brown eyes were steady; he was serious.

All the girls held out their fingers. He hooked his finger onto theirs and looked them dead in the eye in turn. When he was done, he smiled warmly and nodded. “That’s what I’m talking about.”

Lake pointed to me. “You didn’t make her swear.”

“She knows better,” Luke said and winked at me.

“Thanks, guys,” I said.

“For what?” Luke said with wide eyes as he backed away toward the woods. “We weren’t here. We didn’t do anything.” He disappeared behind the trees. Nathan waved at us and followed him.

I was able to follow their movements for a little while, but they soon disappeared behind some trees.

With the guys gone, the girls all looked to me.

“What now?” Lake asked.

I looked around us. There hadn’t been word from the other girls. “We should circle around.”

“Are those guys going to follow us?” one of the girls asked.

“What guys?” I said, my eyes wide. I smiled like Luke had. “I didn’t see anyone.”

Since the guys didn’t want anyone to know they were there, I assumed they weren’t really supposed to be following us. Would it really be that bad if Mrs. Rose or someone in charge found out? They did help us.

Maybe because they were practicing following without being noticed, so they wanted to continue that. If we told anyone else, we’d be looking for them.

The girl nodded and zipped her lips with pinched fingers and then started following Lake around the far side of the pit, back toward the red building. “I hope so,” I heard her say as she walked on. “Just in case we find another cave.”

I hoped so, too.

ON WITH THE HIKE

T
he path Mrs. Rose had followed had ended and Carla convinced them to return. Once we were all outside. Mrs. Rose apologized when she returned, signing her explanation which I translated.

“The ranger said there was a nice little cave under a red building, which we were lucky enough to find. She said it was safe, just to watch out for critters that might have gone in through the night.” She looked at me with an apologetic smile. “I told them this by writing it on my notepad before we went in beyond the water pipes. I’m sorry if I scared you.”

I wouldn’t have been surprised if she had specifically asked the rangers if there were any caves to explore.

We all said we were fine, but looking around at the group, I had a feeling we were all done with cave exploring.

Mrs. Rose suggested instead of following the trail back, that we follow the stream. She looked right at me. “This heads north to that river, right?”

She knew I could tell directions and she was giving me a chance to use it. I confirmed with them that the stream was heading north, and we’d be able to follow it to the beach and then back to camp. I gauged from the map that it wasn’t very far. “Maybe a mile or two,” I said.

It was enough to convince the others to enjoy a nice walk in the stream bed.

The gorge never got deeper than our waists from that point on, except soon it narrowed, so we had to walk single file. I wondered if we still needed to talk about Academy things, but no one asked questions at the moment.

A meadow spread out around us and it was a lovely walk following the stream along the sandy banks, with the sky overhead. I imagined during the spring and summer, there might have been flowers.

Sometime later, a girl ahead of me pulled her hand in sharply. “Ow,” she said. “I think the plant bit me.”

“Plants don’t bite,” a girl ahead of her said.

I was about to agree, although I suspected maybe she brushed up against poisoned oak. I’d had few experiences with it.

I was about to check her hand for the start of a rash, or a bee sting, when I noticed the overgrown plant she’d brushed up against. I’d been focusing on the stream we were following as we walked the sandy path and followed it north. I hadn’t been looking around us for the last ten minutes.

The plants around us looked eerily familiar. As far as I could see the distant tree line, a hundred or so feet away, there were nettle plants.
Stinging
nettle.

Great.

“Girls!” I called out, my voice cracking after so much use earlier, plus my voice being broken since I couldn’t talk so loud. I swallowed.

“Sore throat?” Lake asked. She’d been behind me, the last on the trail.

“Sort of,” I said. I looked ahead and thought I saw the bigger river ahead of us as we continued down the gentle slope. The nettle didn’t go as far as the river but was spilling over into the gorge, though. “Tell the girls to walk with their arms up and to not touch the plants. It’s nettle.”

“Is it like poison ivy?” Lake asked.

“No,” I said. “It will make a little rash, but it’ll go away in an afternoon if you don’t scratch it. A little lotion can relieve the itch and I don’t think it spreads like poison ivy does. It should be okay if their clothes brush against it.”

Lake called over my head to the girls. “Keep your hands up!” she said. “Or cover your arms with a sweater and put your hands in your pockets! Don’t touch the plants.”

“Should we go back?” someone asked.

“We’re almost to the river,” Carla said. She covered her brow with her hand, looking toward the river. “Can we get there?”

“There’s no nettle up there,” I said. “I think we’re fine. Probably faster to go to the river than back.”

Lake told the girls to continue forward. “Just keep your hands away from the plants, and you should be fine.”

One of the girls said she didn’t have a sweater with her, so another girl gave her a jacket.

Once we were out of the stream bed and away from the nettle, the girls collected on the beach.

“I’m not an outdoor girl,” one of them said. “But this wasn’t bad.”

“A cool adventure,” another one said. She held her hand up to give out high fives and then changed it up for a hug when Mrs. Rose opened her arms wide and almost tackled her.

“Group hug!” one of them called. “We made it!”

I gritted my teeth, looking at Lake. Lake shrugged, and moved toward the circle, joining in.

Hugging? My insides tightened as I held back.

“With Sang, too!” Carla cried out. She was somewhere in the middle. “She was great!”

Before I could get away, the group shifted and I was suddenly surrounded by hugging bodies.

Darkness washed over my eyes and my heart erupted into a thumping mess. I curled inward, making myself as small as possible, closing my eyes. I held my breath and tried not to move.

The feeling that washed over me was overwhelming. I didn’t understand what I was feeling. I should have been happy, shouldn’t I? They were being nice. This is what normal people did.

The longer they lingered, the more I wanted to sink down into the ground and escape. My skin crawled. My stomach clenched into a knot. My throat closed up. I couldn’t even ask them to stop.

I was as still as I could by, my arms over my body, as I felt hands on my shoulder, my back, my arm. Someone’s breasts pressed into my back as they hugged me from behind.

The girls broke it off and then they all giggled and started talking about the walk—the cave, the climb out, the nettles. It was nothing to them. It was a hug.

I rubbed at my face, pretending I had an itch and tried not to look at anyone as I wiped away the tears in my eyes. Overwhelmed and suddenly exhausted, I wanted to get away. I shivered and wanted to rake my crawling skin in a piping hot bath. What was wrong with me? I had been fine all morning until they all came close and touched me.

I was so awkward. So shy. So easily overwhelmed by simple, friendly touching. Would I have to get used to that kind of thing if I was brought into the Academy?

How come the guys could touch and hug me and this was so uncomfortable? Did I just need to get to know them?

“Follow the river!” one of them cried out, jolting me out of my dark thoughts but not enough that I wasn’t still rattled by what had happened.

Mrs. Rose signed and I spoke for her, but in a low voice, not even registering the words.

It was Lake who heard me and became my voice. “Once we’re in view of other teams, we’re ready to split up for the rest of day. Go grab lunch. Join in activities. Tomorrow, meet me—Mrs. Rose—at the latrine at nine a.m. We’ll review what we talked about today, go over some more Academy details, and open up for questions. If you need anything, come to me and I’ll make sure you’ve got supplies, clothes and a place to sleep. I’ll be at the cabins this afternoon.”

It wasn’t long before we came up to another Academy group.

A man sat at a table, with fishing gear and equipment around him. He had a beard and a wise old face. Beside him was a flagpole grounded in a bucket filled with cement to keep it in place. From the pole flew a flag with an emblem of a fish.

Along the shore of the river were several people, mostly guys, but a few girls of varying ages. Some had poles and some had nets and some sat on coolers behind those fishing, watching and chatting.

The man at the table smiled and waved at us to join him.

“Come on girls,” he said. “Does anyone want to fish? Don’t be shy. I should have enough poles or we can share.”

Carla said something inaudible. The rest shrugged but seemed uninterested in fishing. I wasn’t, either, but mostly because I was starving and wanted to find the guys and get lunch.

But then I spotted Silas, who had been facing the water and I didn’t recognize him until he turned toward us. He had some string in his hand. The string was stretched out into the water, tugged taut by something on the other end. He held the string and was slowly dragging it in. Standing beside him was Ian, wearing the same Yankees cap from the night before. He watched Silas pull the string in.

“You got him?” Ian asked Silas.

Silas nodded but didn’t say anything. Something tugged at the string and jerked it in another direction, but he held on, and slowly reeled it in. Just a bare string? Why didn’t he have a pole? It took me a minute to figure out others around him had only strings, too. A few had poles, but they had split off to go further up the river. Silas’s group all fished with their hands.

I peeled myself away from the girl group, grateful that we had permission to split up. I hoped Mrs. Rose would come to me if she still needed my help.

When I walked toward Silas, Lake followed, which I didn’t mind. Then Carla followed her, seeming curious as well. Once she did, the other five girls followed her. I wondered if they had gotten used to following me and simply stuck close by. I imagined if they were dropped off and didn’t see someone they recognized, they wanted to stick with someone familiar. I knew the feeling.

Mrs. Rose remained by the table, talking to the man in charge of the fishing station. He read her signing, nodding along, so I knew she didn’t need me right now.

I walked up to Ian, who smiled at me. “I recognize you. How’d it go?”

“We took a hike,” I said. “Almost got stuck in a cave. Ran into some nettle. But we made it.” I was on a roll with talking all of a sudden. Was it because they were Academy that I was able to talk more? Also, with Silas right there, I was feeling a little braver. I was relieved that I could join with him or any of the other guys. I was off duty for the day.

“You let Mrs. Rose in a cave?” Silas said over his shoulder. “Didn’t anyone warn you?”

“Yeah,” I said and stepped up beside him. “She had asked a ranger about the caves and led us right to it before we even realized.” I paused as he was easing the string in. “What are you doing?”

Silas continued to pull the string, focusing on where it dipped into the water. “Hopefully, you’ll see in a minute.”

Lake, Carla and the other girls shifted around Silas, watching.

Something white appeared connected to the string. As it was still under the water, it was hard to tell, but it looked like a raw chicken leg, bone and all.

“You feed the fish with chicken?” I asked.

“It’s not fish,” Silas said. “Girls, step back. I don’t want him to pinch.”

The girls pulled back, as did I. Ian stepped up beside Silas, reaching a net out into the water.

When the net came up, it caught Silas’s chicken, but attached to it was a blue crab. I hadn’t even seen it in the water; it blended so well until it had nearly surfaced.

The crab dangled in the net, hanging on to the kitchen with legs wriggling.

“I’d rather eat the chicken,” Lake said.