THE SKI TRIP (standard:mystery, 2915 words)
Author: Tisha Rogers	Added: Oct 19 2007	Views/Reads: 3891/2396	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
The girls need three hundred dollars for a trip, but someone steals have of it. Who and Why?

The threatening rainstorm burst forth as the girls bolted through the
door of the small shed they called the “hide-a-way”.  It had been 
converted from a small shed into a one room get-a-way for the girls to 
meet in. Melissa nicknamed Missy, Samantha nicknamed Sammi, and 
Candice, you got it, nicknamed Candy were glad to be out of the now 
pouring rain. “Wow,” remarked Sammi, “What a downpour!” Candy fell into 
the first saucer chair she came to hugging herself saying,  “A ‘gully 
washer' as my pop would put it.” Missy was staring out the small window 
of the door, “You can hardly see the house,” she said, “It is coming 
down so hard.” 

Sammi and Missy found their favorite spot to sit, for Sammi it was in
the desk chair (because it had wheels), and Missy's favorite spot was 
on the big oval rug in the middle of the floor.  “Okay,” said Missy, 
“What are your thoughts on how to raise the money?”  All week they had 
been trying to persuade their parents to allow them to go on a ski 
trip, finally each of the girls parents had agreed with the ‘if' word 
threw in. “If” they could come up with the money. 

“A hundred dollars each is a lot of money to come up with,” replied
Candy. Pulling a folded up piece of paper from her jean pocket, Sammi 
smoothed it out revealing a fifty-dollar bill.  “Well, Mom supplied 
half of mine,” she smiled.  Missy reached her hand inside her bra and 
produced a paper similar to Sammi's. “Melissa! What are you doing 
carrying money in your bra?” scolded Candy.  “Just always wanted to do 
it,” she replied.  “Calm down, gosh, you act like I committed a crime 
or something. We've watched movies where some ladies carry their money 
there, so, I did too.”  Candy shook her head, “Well, I don't know how 
to put this but... at fourteen you are not quite developed like the 
ladies in the movies. What if you lost it?”  Missy looked down toward 
her chest and shook her shoulders, “Well, they are growing, Ms. 
Flatchest.  And I didn't lose it, so let that speak for itself.” She 
replied. 

And outsider listening to the conversation may have thought the girls
were close to an argument, which was not the case.  The three had grown 
up together and were more like sisters than friends.  They entered the 
first grade together, became friends and hadn't been apart since.  They 
all went to the same school and lived within a couple of blocks of one 
another. The summer months had seen each of them reach their fourteenth 
birthday. They were now about to embark on their first trip without 
parents, “if” they could come up with the rest of the money. “Okay, 
girls,” interrupted Sammi, “I don't think any of us are over endowed, 
so let's get back to the discussion, shall we?”  Candy picked up the 
small pillow next to her and threw it toward Sammi, “Who are you?” she 
said, “you sound like our English teacher.”  Sammi picked up the pillow 
to retaliate when a clap of thunder made all of them jump.  “Wow” they 
said in unison. 

The storm was subsiding when the discussion was ending.  They had
decided to have a yard sale the following weekend.  During the coming 
week the time would be spent gathering items, pricing, marking, and 
making signs for advertisement, come Saturday morning they would start 
the sale. They also discussed how much change they were going to need, 
exchanging the fifty-dollar bills for quarters, dimes, nickels and of 
course one's and five's.  Candy's parents had also given her fifty 
dollars and she added it to the other girls stash. They dug an old 
metal box from under the desk that held magazine pictures, dumping them 
into the trash; they agreed to use it for their cashbox. 

“Hey,” said Sammi, “The storm has quit and the bank is open late this
evening, let's ride over and get our change, that will be one less 
thing we have to do.”  After getting permission from Candy's parents 
they proceeded to the bank.  It was only a half a mile from Candy's 
house so it didn't take very long. Once back at the “hide-a-way” they 
put all the change in the metal box and shoved it back under the desk.  
They said their goodbyes with the promise of meeting at ten o'clock the 
next morning to get started on gathering sale items. Candy put her bike 
in the garage and headed into the house with thoughts of climbing into 
the attic to rummage through all the overstuffed boxes looking for sell 
items. 

Ten o'clock the next morning found Candy on the front porch swing
waiting for one of her comrade's to show up.  She had managed to gather 
several boxes of items, she had moved the ones she could by herself and 


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