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Show Peppermint Fionas y above me. It sounded like he was past Eaton Bridge. If I wasn't so curious, I would have ignored him. I would have layed back on the meadow grass and watched the rain clouds darken. "Carly," he yelled again. "Over here." I still couldn't see him. I couldn't see his bike or Mark either. I couldn't see anyone else riding up the trail. I stood up, even though my tired leg muscles protested. I shaded my eyes from habit because there wasn't any sunshine to worry about. I squinted my eyes and tried to catch a glimpse of Jason. "The road. The church picnic road." His voice sounded closer this time, and it was. I could see his red shirt moving quickly toward me. I took a step in his direction and stopped. I was exhausted. My body was going to pay for the punishment it had just received. It would pay for days. A few bikes were dots on the trail below me. I couldn't tell who was coming yet, but I knew it wasn't Jason or Mark. I hadn't been first. I thought my body hurt as much as possible already, but I had a tight feeling inside. Even my pride was hurting. I would have sank back to my bed of grass if I hadn't seen Jason's face. He was close enough now for me to see his expression. It was not one of victory and pride like I had expected. It was one of horror. "Jas," I said. It was probably to quiet for him to hear, so I managed to say it louder. I even forced myself to a half trot. He looked awful. Something dreadful had happened. "Carly," he huffed, "the car." He pointed the way he had come, the road past Eaton Bridge. He was out of breath, probably resulting |
