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THE SKI TRIP (standard:mystery, 2915 words) | |||
Author: Tisha Rogers | Added: Oct 19 2007 | Views/Reads: 3895/2397 | 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 Click here to read the rest of this story (183 more lines)
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