“Lost” by Evgeny


            “Come on! Really, Mom? At three in the morning?” I said.

“Yes. You’ll wake up at three in the morning. We will all go mushroom picking near Tustumina Lake. Hurry up! Get home!” Mom said in a sleepy voice through the phone. It was nine o’clock in the evening past my curfew when I called home to tell mom I was going to be a home little later than usual today.

“Okay. I’ll be home in a couple hours, okay?” I said.

“I want you home right now!”

“But my friends and I want to watch a movie at the theatre, please?” I begged. She resistibly said okay and hung up.

The movie The Bourne Legacy was awesome and long but the time flew by fast with all that exciting action. Finally I fell asleep a little before one.

My alarm went off at three o’clock in the morning. I hit the off button. Lying in bed I could my parents walking around downstairs packing. I got dressed and came downstairs. They had everything ready to go. I sat down and eat some delicious chicken. We left the house around four. We drove a little less than two hours, and we reached Tustumina road. We turned off on to it and headed down the bumpy paved road. After about thirty minutes of being bumped up and down my mom detected mushrooms on the side of the road. We pulled over on the right side in to a shallow ditch.

We parked and locked the truck. We grabbed a gun, a compass and buckets. We started to walk in to the woods and we saw some mushrooms.

“Mom, let’s stay closer to the road so we don’t get lost,” I said. Mom ignored me and still went on in to the woods. I kept on telling mom we should stick closer to the road but she wanted more mushrooms I guess. I decided to just go along with them and just hope we don’t get lost.

After two hours, we were wet, tired, and decided to head back. I waited for my dad to lead but he didn’t know the way back. My parents thought that I knew the way back but I didn’t. My dad just started walking in one direction and we followed. We walked around for about half an hour and I asked.

“Can I call 911? They could track my phone and tell us which direction to go.”

“Don’t be ridicules, okay,” dad said.

After about another hour of freezing, I asked again. “I saw it on TV, people call and they are told which direction to go.”

My parents still didn’t believe me so I just called because I wanted to go back to our truck and warm up because my feet were numb.

“What is the location of your emergency?” A man’s voice asked me.

“Yes. Hello. I’m calling because we kind of got lost in the woods. I’m wondering if you can point me the direction of the road.” I said.

“Yes, we can do that all we need is your number.” He said.

“My number is (907-399-2458).”

“Just hold on while we trace your phone.” He said.

My dad continued walking west and mom followed him. He walked in that direction because we had driven north. We turned off the road, headed east for a while, before we parked on the side of the road.

After holding for forty second he said.

“Head north for about quarter mile and the road should be right in front of you.”

“Thank you very much,” I said and hung up.

We turned north by looking at the compass. We walked for about five minutes and the forest kept getting thicker and thicker. It was hard to walk because of the trees being so close. There were a lot of blow downs and the ground had uneven willows. It was pretty easy for me but not for my parents. They couldn’t jump over or climb over the things I could.

After about ten minutes I called them back to verify that I’m headed in the right direction. They said yes. About a couple minutes later we reached the road.

I turned left and started walking toward our truck while my parents rested. I got to the truck and reached behind the tire and grabbed the keys. Pressed the button to unlock and got in. I started the truck and turned the heat up all the way. I dove up to where my parents were sitting by the side of the road. They got in the truck and we got out of there.

Two hours later we got home, I ran up to my room, got in to my shorts, and went to sleep.

The End

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