QUARRY, by Susan Alice BickfordThe moment Katy Harding arrived at the deserted quarry with Brian and his friends, she knew she had made a mistake. She should never have squandered Senior Ditch Day—her last day of high school—to hang out with a bunch of misfits she barely knew. Now, she counted the minutes until she could escape.
Cushioned only by a thin towel, every bone from her head to her heels objected to being forced to lie on the granite slab overlooking the quarry. Katy tried to wiggle her shoulders into a more comfortable position, her sense of irritation growing with each twitch.
This was not the soft beach experience Brian had promised. The air was still and stifling. The water in the old quarry was cloudy with a sheen of algae on the surface and smelled of rotting vegetation.
