Grace, Rachel, and Emily
Grace was a sloppy tomboy. She took a bath every two months. She was 16 years old. Her sister Rachle loved all things nature and animals, she was 17 years old. Their friend Emily was very rich and very fancy. Her least favorite things were dirt, chipped nail polish, and messy hair. She was 16 years old.
One day in mid-November Rachel and Grace burst through the door to Emily's house. "Great news!” Rachle exclaimed.
"Woa!" Emily said, “You are NOT coming in my house with those muddy boots on.”
"Sorry,” Grace said, taking her shoes off.
“It's ok,” Emily said, “What's the news?"
"We get to go on a week-long camping trip," she exclaimed.
“A week in the wilderness!" Rachle said, "Isn't it exciting?”
“Yeah, exciting,” Emily said with no enthuseasum.
“It'll be great!” Rachle exclaimed, ignoring Emily.
"We leave next week so you should get to packing," Grace said.
"Great," Emily said. The tone in her voice said she did not think it was too great.
"Party pooper,” Rachle mocked.
“See you in the woods," Grace called as she left without her shoes.
"Um, Grace," Emily reminded her.
"Oh, right," Grace put her shoes on and left.
1 Week Later
“Emily was supposed to be here 2 hours ago, where could she be?" Grace asked.
"You know her,” Rachle said, "She probably couldn't decide which shoes to bring.” Just then the doorbell rang and Emily hobbled in lugging 7 suitcases.
"Oo!" what's in there?" Grace asked, opening one and rummaging through the fancy clothes.
"Why do you need so many clothes?" Rachel asked.
“Never know when you slobs might stain it," Emily said.
“Never,” Grace said, setting down a pair of now stained capris.
“What's in the rest of the suitcases?" Rachle wanted to know.
"That one has more clothes, the rest have parts of my bed, hair products, makeup, and electronics,” Emily told them.
“Wow!” Grace said.
"A bed? for camping?" Rachle was bewildered.
“What am I supposed to sleep on? The ground?" Emily asked. Grace rolled her eyes.
"Ok let's go," Rachle said, walking out the door.
5 hours later
"Rachle, do you know where we are going?" Grace asked.
"Absolutely, the campsite,” Rachle said.
“She has no idea how to get there," Grace whispered to Emily.
“Tell me I don't have to stress about this, I can not get a pimple,” Emily said.
"Oh forget about your face,” Rachle said. "We’re lost."
10 minutes later
"Rachle, did it ever occur to you that wandering around here is just getting us more lost?” Grace asked.
"We've passed that same tree at least 6 times," Emily said boredly.
“There are other trees," Rachle said, "But you're probably right, let's set up camp here." Rachle and Grace set up the tent.
5 minutes later
"That's it?" Emily asked, looking at the small tent that was just big enough for three sleeping bags. "How will my bed fit in there?" she asked.
"It won't," Rachle said.
"I guess I'll just have to sleep outside,” Emily said, looking at the sky to see if it would rain.
“Ooo!” Grace got in the big fluffy bed.
"Aaa! get out of my bed!” Emily screamed.
Grace got out and revealed that she had left a big dirty smudge on the neat white sheets.
"Never mind you can have it." Grace shrugged and flopped down. Emily growled. Rachle laughed.
“Well now your choices are cold ground or Grace's sleeping bag.” Emily would rather sleep on a bed of nails than in Grace's sleeping bag.
“Cold hard ground it is,” she said.
9 hours later
Grace’s hand fell to the ground and she woke up with a start. The ground was was covered
in snow. The bed was covered in snow, but the only cold parts of Grace's body were her face and her hand. The blankets were very thick. She wanted to get out of bed and surprise Rachle and Emily with a pre-breakfast snowball fight but when Grace tried to push the covers away they wouldn't move. They were tucked in too tight and the top two layers were frozen solid. You would think that Grace could just fall back asleep but she was on the basketball team and had to get up at 5:30am every morning. Thankfully, Rachle was also an early bird, getting up at 6:30am to watch the sunrise. "How did YOU wake up so early?" Rachle asked, coming from behind the tent.
“I will have you know that I get up at 5:30 every single morning, basketball or not," Grace sounded offended.
“It's 7:00, why are you still in bed?" Rachle asked. "This bed is really comfy so I slept late... and I'm a little stuck," Grace said. Rachle rolled her eyes and tried to untuck the covers. They were too frozen to untuck.
“How did it get like this anyway?" Rachle asked, “You never tuck your covers in." That was the first time Grace ever thought of how it happened.
"I don't know,” she said. Rachle tried again to untuck the covers but they would not come.
“I can't get you out," she said.
Grace screamed, "I have to go to the bathroom and it's so hot under here that I feel like I sweated off at least 6 pounds.” Emily slowly stepped out of the tent, groggily rubbing her eyes.
"What's all that noise? I'm trying to sleep,” she asked.
"Long story," Rachle said.
"Somehow my sheets and blankets got tucked in and frozen down,” Grace told her.
"I can't get her out,” Rachle added.
"Oh, I, uh, wonder how that happened,” Emily said as she backed into the tent.
"What do you know?" Rachle asked Emily, who was acting awfully suspicious.
"I tucked the sheets in during the night because I was mad at her for stealing my bed,” Emily burst.
“Seriously?" Grace said.
"Well I didn't know it would snow!" Emily yelled.
"Well you knew I hate my covers tucked in!” Grace shot back.
“I’ve told you a thousand times not to touch my stuff!" Emily screamed. Rachle was, as usual, the peacemaker.
"Calm down, Grace shouldn't have stolen the bed and Emily shouldn't have tucked her in. Can you get over it?” Rachle said.
"Alright, alright, alright," Grace said.
“Fine,” said Emily.
"So any ideas on how to get me out?" Grace asked. Rachle looked around the campsite.
“I guess we could start a fire and use it to melt the ice,” she said.
"I'm already sweating to death now, do you want me to burn to death?” Grace would not have it.
"Or we could use my heating pad and not kill our friend,” Emily said.
"You have a heating pad?" Rachle asked.
"I happen to have very sensitive feet," Emily stated.
"Who cares!" Grace yelled.
"Well we need electricity, "Rachle pointed out. Emily thought about that. “If we had a battery that might work."
Grace had a solution, "I have a battery powered video game,” she said. "It might work if we could wire it right."
Rachle said that she knew a little wiring from Save the Earth Camp. So they wired it up and Grace was free and she learned not to touch Emily's stuff. Emily learned to control her vengeance and Rachel learned that her best friends were total wackadoos. They managed to enjoy the rest of their trip and stayed best friends forever and ever.
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