
I had been hopeless with directions since I was a child. Telling one direction from another was nearly impossible for me.
When my friends unanimously decided to climb Mount Wilder over the break, I didn't want to ruin their fun, so I swallowed my objections.
We hadn't even made it halfway up when my boyfriend, Landon Abbott, my brother, Trevor Knox, my best friend, Phoebe Doyle, and the new transfer student suddenly disappeared.
They had taken my water, clothes, and medicine with them. Then a torrential downpour hit. A venomous snake bit me, and I tumbled down a cliff.
I called them 50 times, but no one answered.
When I tried to call the police, my phone died the moment the call connected.
I survived alone on that mountain for 6 days and 5 nights. I was at death's door by the time the police finally found me and rushed me to the hospital.
After barely escaping death, I hurried back to campus.
There, I found Landon and the others eating fondue.
Everyone was fighting to put food on Bianca Wolfe's plate.
Trevor said, "Bianca, you were right. We had to push Marina, or she'd never learn to deal with her terrible sense of direction."
Phoebe laughed. "She's had 6 days. I'm sure she managed to find her way off Mount Wilder. Everyone has to grow up sometime."
Bianca looked adorably bashful. "I just hope Marina won't be mad at me when she comes back. She never liked me much to begin with."
Landon casually held out his hand to catch the garlic she spat out.
"She wouldn't dare blame you. You did it for her own good. She can't depend on us forever. What is she, a helpless baby?"
Tears slipped silently down my cheeks.
Nearly 20 years of history with them meant less than the 3 months they had known Bianca.
Fine. I would never get in their way again.

