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Show Fepoermint Monda; "I remember," Andrea groaned. "I couldn't eat anything." Eating was more important to Andrea than a bike ride to Eaton Bridge, but not to me. Eaton Bridge was about four miles in the hills. Four miles that seemed more like twenty-four. The trail wasn't fit for bikes, it was hardly fit for walking. I guess that was the challenge because almost every year a bunch of boys rode to Eaton Bridge. Andrea and I were going to be the first girls to try it. We hadn't made it last year, but we were tagging along this year. Tagging along wasn't right either. We were going to be leading the way. "Did you remind him we're going with?" I avoided Matt's name. That was silly but I did it anyway. "He reminded me. Of course he thinks it's a joke. He says we'll never make it." Andrea sat up and hugged her knees. She looked up the thin, winding trail that led to the bridge. Her usually wide eyes, narrowed considerably. I think she believed Matt. "We'll make it." I sounded confident, probably more so than I was. The trail did look steep from here and I knew how rugged it was from walking up it. "Jason and Mark are even talking about going. We can do it if two crazy eleven-year- olds can." "That's the point. They're crazy. We haven't got that reputation, at least not yet." She looked as if she was pleading with me. That made me mad. I had missed the ride last year on account of her mumps. This year I was dragging her with malaria, if I had to. "I'd rather be crazy than chicken." If I had to dare Andrea, I would. I'd do whatever it took to get us on the ride Saturday. I had six more days, that was plenty of time to talk her in to it. |