Lost – Part 1 – Smile and Craft AG

Hi everyone! I’ve thought up a new photostory! It will probably have about 6 parts, and, as you can see by the title, is called Lost.

Grace’s Point of View

Today has been an interesting day. Kaity dug under the fence and ran off. We had no idea where she was. And in case you were wondering, yes, we did check under the beds to see if she was napping again. XD

Caroline was off at a friend’s house–I think she was going to hang up “lost dog” posters while she was there–and Julie was doing schoolwork, so Clara and I made plans to go throw a Frisbee around outside.

That is, if Clara could finish her online game! Recently, she has been really into games where your character is trying to survive in the wilderness after crashing their plane, or getting lost in the mountains, or something.

“Come on, Clara! Are you finished yet?” I asked, quite anxious to leave.

“Almost done,” she mumbled, eyes fixed on the game. Her character was connecting wires on a radio they had found.

“Can you finish later?”

“Oh, alright,” she said, closing the laptop and hopping up to go.

We took a walk to a large grassy area we liked to play in, and on the way, Clara gave me a detailed explanation of what to do if I was ever stranded in the wilderness. I listened politely, nodding here and there. Clara should really be in girl scouts.

Finally, we made it. I pulled out the Frisbee and we stepped a little ways from each other.

“Head’s up!”

Clara caught it perfectly.

“Here goes nothing!” she called. She took a stance and gave it a shot.

“Perfect throw!” I said, catching the spinning disc. We tossed it back and forth like that for a while, but I soon wanted to shake things up, “Let’s move farther apart!”

We both took a few steps back.

It was Clara’s turn to throw. “I don’t know if I can make it!”

“Just throw a little harder,” I advised, smiling.

She threw harder alright! It went sailing over my head to who knows where!

“Wow, Clara!” I laughed. “I’ll go get that!” She nodded and gave me an exaggerated embarrassed look.

I walked.

And searched.

And walked.

And searched.

Until finally I found it, up high in a tree!

A rock rose up some of the height of the tree, and then dropped down into a cliff. I shrugged it off. I’ll just be careful. I won’t slip.

And with that, I ascended the rock, reaching for the Frisbee. Just a little further!

I took a small step towards the Frisbee, perilously balancing over the cliff.

I stretched and touched the Frisbee, biting my lip. And with my next shuffle towards the disc, I toppled it down, and to my shock, toppled myself too, and went tumbling down the cliff, shouting, though no one was in earshot.

I felt my head hit hard against a rock as my world went black.