After the meadow, the needles underfoot felt good, although it took a certain talent to walk barefoot in the brush. We stepped over broken branches, avoiding pine cones and brambles. Good thing my feet knew what to do, because my head was full of stormy thoughts. Eva was embarrassing me again. It was just a sign, wasn’t it? The way she looked—red and irrational—was just like that day at the softball game. Except then everybody had been watching. And everybody had heard Eva yell at Lauren’s mother. And Tina—my best friend—had stood next to Lauren, staring at me. I breathed in the smell of cedar and forced my thoughts back to berries. I concentrated on the small flowers around me, spotting not blueberry but blackberry blooms that would ripen in a month. Bleeding hearts and fiddlehead ferns pushed up around the rotting logs and moss-covered rocks. “Come on,” Luke said. “This is a really cool place.” The main trail was wide and clear behind the old camp, but as we climbed higher, the trail dwindled.
What do You think about My Mixed-Up Berry Blue Summer?
