Neil and his best friend, Randy, can’t wait to explore a nearby cave for the afternoon. But when Neil’s little brother, David, finds out, Neil is forced to bring David and his timid friend Terry along for the ride. What starts out as an exciting expedition soon turns dangerous when the four boys get lost in the cave’s labyrinth of winding passages. Neil knows it’s not David’s fault that they’re lost, yet he still lashes out at his brother with every wrong turn, and Randy and David’s constant bickering isn’t helping to calm his nerves. As tension builds between the boys, Neil and David try to address what they’ve kept hidden for years: the truth about David that can never be forgotten—or forgiven.
Hopelessly lost, angry, hungry, and terrified, the boys are willing to do just about anything to find a way out of the cave before they end up killing one another. But to escape, Neil and David are going to have to figure out a way to put the past behind them and work together.
Neil and his best friend, Randy, can’t wait to explore a nearby cave for the afternoon. But when Neil’s little brother, David, finds out, Neil is forced to bring David and his timid friend Terry along for the ride. What starts out as an exciting expedition soon turns dangerous when the four boys get lost in the cave’s labyrinth of winding passages. Neil knows it’s not David’s fault that they’re lost, yet he still lashes out at his brother with every wrong turn, and Randy and David’s constant bickering isn’t helping to calm his nerves. As tension builds between the boys, Neil and David try to address what they’ve kept hidden for years: the truth about David that can never be forgotten—or forgiven.
Hopelessly lost, angry, hungry, and terrified, the boys are willing to do just about anything to find a way out of the cave before they end up killing one another. But to escape, Neil and David are going to have to figure out a way to put the past behind them and work together.
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Neil and his best friend, Randy, can’t wait to explore a nearby cave for the afternoon. But when Neil’s little brother, David, finds out, Neil is forced to bring David and his timid friend Terry along for the ride. What starts out as an exciting expedition soon turns dangerous when the four boys get lost in the cave’s labyrinth of winding passages. Neil knows it’s not David’s fault that they’re lost, yet he still lashes out at his brother with every wrong turn, and Randy and David’s constant bickering isn’t helping to calm his nerves. As tension builds between the boys, Neil and David try to address what they’ve kept hidden for years: the truth about David that can never be forgotten—or forgiven.
Hopelessly lost, angry, hungry, and terrified, the boys are willing to do just about anything to find a way out of the cave before they end up killing one another. But to escape, Neil and David are going to have to figure out a way to put the past behind them and work together.
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| ISBN-13: | 9781504004312 |
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| Publisher: | Open Road Media Teen & Tween |
| Publication date: | 02/10/2015 |
| Sold by: | Barnes & Noble |
| Format: | eBook |
| Pages: | 232 |
| File size: | 2 MB |
| Age Range: | 12 - 16 Years |
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Free Fall
By Joyce Sweeney
OPEN ROAD INTEGRATED MEDIA
Copyright © 1996 Joyce SweeneyAll rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-5040-0431-2
CHAPTER 1
9:00 A.M., SATURDAY
Neil saw David lurking in the doorway to their room but refused to look up. He tugged extra hard on his Nike laces to show he was not a man to be messed with today.
"Going someplace?" David asked. Heartbreakingly casual.
"Yeah." Neil finally raised his head. Fifteen-year-old David formed an S-curve against the door jamb. He was a gymnast, made of elastic. His blond hair, catching the morning sun, glinted like water.
"A date?"
"No."
"Going someplace with Randy?"
Neil decided to stand. He felt inferior sitting on the floor. It was important to tower over David sometimes, to remind him who was older and bigger. "Yeah, with Randy. So?"
"So nothing. I just asked a question." David flopped across the bed and propped his chin on his fists, staring at the privet hedge outside the window as if it were full of interesting sights.
"I suppose you don't have anything to do today." Neil felt angry and guilty at the same time. As always. He opened the armoire and fished out a backpack.
"I suppose it wouldn't matter if I had anything to do or not," David replied. "And anyway, who said I would even want to go anywhere with you two geeks?"
"I don't know." Neil unzipped the canvas pack and rummaged inside. He found an ancient bottle of Coppertone and a wad of crumpled Kleenex. He dumped the whole mess into the wastebasket. "I just thought today was like every other Saturday where you try to horn in on what we're doing."
David twisted around like a snake, flushing. "What planet are you from? I'd die first. You think I like your foul-mouthed, rude friends? What are you and Randy doing today that's supposed to turn me green with envy? Checking out the Museum of Natural History?"
Neil found an old water pistol in the depths of the backpack, aimed it at his brother and fired. Sadly, it was empty. He wondered what to pack for a trip like this. Not sunglasses ... "Randy found out where there's a cave. West of here in the Ocala National Forest. So we're going to check it out."
David's blue eyes softened. "A cave? I didn't know there were caves in Florida."
"Well, geeks like Randy know about these things. His cousins explored it and said it was unbelievable—passageways and those crystal things and a pool in it somewhere...."
David sat up and leaned forward, his torso forming a sharp angle. "Isn't something like that dangerous? Do Mom and Dad know you're doing it?"
Neil found an old canteen and sniffed it. It smelled like a penicillin factory. Did he even need to take water? Was a go-cup too small? A Thermos too big? He and Randy weren't exactly seasoned explorers.
"Hey, did you hear me?" David said. "Did you get permission to do this?"
Neil knew he couldn't show fear. He faked a yawn. "What's dangerous in a cave? Maybe a bat shits in your hair ..."
David laughed. For just a second he looked like the little kid who used to tag after Neil and hang on his every word. Neil felt royally guilty for leaving him out. "Look, do you want to go with us? Obviously you're going to blackmail me if I don't invite you...."
David went all coy, now that his dreams had obviously come true. "Can I bring a friend, too? I don't want to be like a baby, tagging along with the older guys."
Even though that's what you are. "Not that stupid little Terry Quinn!"
"He isn't stupid. And he's my best friend."
"Anyone who's your best friend is automatically stupid."
"Yeah, yeah. Look, I'm putting up with Randy Isaacson and his rapier wit. You can put up with Terry Quinn, who is very cool and worth enough money to have you bought and shot."
"Maybe so, but the real question is, how am I going to put up with you?"
"It's better with four guys, anyway." David slithered under the bed after his sneakers. "It's safer."
"Oh yeah. I'll feel tremendously safe with you along." It was supposed to be just more of the same insulting banter, but then Neil realized the words he'd said. "Oh. Hey ..."
David pulled out from under the bed, rearing like a cobra. "You don't need to say stuff like that!" His blue eyes kindled with rage.
"I didn't mean—"
"When are you going to let up? It's been two years! When is anybody in this family ever going to let up and let me get on with it?"
Neil held out a shaking hand. "No. You—"
"I'm going to go call Terry." David pivoted toward the door and marched out. "Although I don't even know why I want to go now!"
"Wait!" Neil called. Then he hated himself. Now he was begging the kid to tag along and he'd have to spend most of the drive playing up to the little jerk to get him back in a good mood.
And even that would be okay if just once Neil could get to say those things David was so afraid of hearing. That was the trouble. Neil didn't really want to apologize. He wanted David to know that what happened two years ago should never be forgiven. Or forgotten.
Terry's house came first. It was a waterfront property just beyond the Granada bridge, easy to spot because of the two sailboats tied up at the dock. One good thing about David's friendship with Terry, as far as Neil was concerned, was that once in a while, you got a ride on one of the boats. And every Fourth of July, you had the best seat in the house for fireworks, sitting on the Quinns' dock, watching Mr. Quinn barbecue in a canvas L. L. Bean apron. The Quinns were always springing for parties and treats for little Terry because he couldn't get any normal friends by himself.
Except David. David and Terry had been friends since the second grade, the only way to explain such a mismatched pair. David, a golden boy, a lifeguard, captain of the diving team even though he was only in the tenth grade. David, who spent nine tenths of his time on the phone letting girls down easy because they all wanted to go out with him.
Then there was Terry. Running out to the car now with his Mark Cross leather backpack, his yellow polo shirt, shorts too loose for his little hips, brown pony-hair flopping in his eyes. He was fifteen, like David, but he didn't look a day over twelve, with his English-boy complexion and his sweet expression that called out to bullies everywhere, Please put my head in the toilet. Please snap a towel at my ass.
Randy Isaacson, never one to mince words, had made up a nickname for Terry the first time he saw him. The Gingerbread Boy. It was perfect. As he jumped into the car now, excited about the upcoming adventure, Terry's eyes were big and round, like brown M&M's. Still, it would be a mistake to take Terence Quinn III for a fool. Hadn't he picked for a best friend the most popular kid in school, who was known for his loyalty and explosive temper? No one had ever picked on the Gingerbread Boy yet and gotten away without a beating from David. David had been expelled three times, all Terry's fault.
The two of them high-fived each other enthusiastically. Quite a coup, getting into the big guys' adventure. "Hi!" Terry said to Neil. "This is immensely cool. You guys are really nice to include me."
"Don't give me any credit," Neil said, pivoting the car inside Terry's circular mosaic driveway. "The kid here was holding his breath for you. Randy is going to shit when he sees I've turned this expedition into a baby-sitting party."
"Expedition!" David shot back. "You and Randy couldn't find your way out of a drugstore! Give me a break!"
"I'd love to give you a break," Neil said, glancing at his brother in the rearview. "You just tell me which limb or digit you can spare."
"Well, it's nice of you to have me, anyway," Terry said. He was like that. Rumor had it his parents screamed at each other day and night and Terry had turned himself into a little diplomatic corps to keep the peace.
Finally they came to Randy's apartment building. Neil felt a rush of joy—someone mature to talk to. Still, he braced himself for attack. Randy wouldn't like seeing the younger guys in the car.
Randy shared a crummy little two-bedroom apartment with his mother and two sisters. His "room" was a sleeping bag on the dining room floor. It was not a good story. Randy's father was an attorney with a fluffy new wife and a big house on John Anderson Boulevard, to which Randy and his sisters were invited about three times a year. Randy suspected a baby was on the way, too, which he felt would make the "old family" really obsolete. Still, Randy and his mother and sisters were a loving, close-knit group, perfectly united in their contempt for Mr. Isaacson. Neil liked to go to Randy's place because it was the only family he'd ever seen, including his own, where everybody seemed to be on the same team. Also, Neil had a head-banging, testicle-throbbing crush on Randy's sister Chloe, but he'd decided to keep that to himself. He didn't know if Randy was okay with interfaith dating and he didn't want to wreck a good friendship.
Randy loped out to the car, swinging his backpack like a weapon. He looked sharp as usual, in black jeans and a black sweatshirt with the sleeves cut out. He had tied a black bandanna around his wrist, probably in the hope that someone somewhere might mistake him for a gang member. Randy was almost as tall as Neil, but where Neil was a muscle-rack, Randy was all sinew. Randy had moved up to Ormond Beach from Miami two years ago to find himself the only Jewish boy at Seabreeze High. Unprepared for such a shock, he at first kept to himself, skulking through the hallways, rushing home to eat lunch. Neil was immediately interested. He'd been born to right wrongs. He invited Randy to come with him to basketball tryouts. When Randy was done laughing, he'd given Neil a quick overview of the historical relationship between Jews and basketball. "So, you'll be different," Neil had said. "You're tall, you're quick and now I know you're overly defensive. To me, that's a born basketball player."
Just to prove Neil wrong, Randy went to tryouts. They both made first string. "Nobody ever proves me wrong," Randy had said. "I guess this means we have to be friends." Now, in their senior year, they were the stars of the varsity team and their friendship was only getting stronger with time.
Randy swung himself into the front passenger seat as if he hadn't seen the younger kids and tossed his backpack over his shoulder, hitting Terry Quinn right in the nose.
"Ow!" Terry said.
Randy swiveled as if surprised. Then he turned to Neil and narrowed his eyes. "Aw, man! What is this about? I said we were going to explore a cave, not take in Disney World!"
Neil started the car up again, twisting to look at the street behind him before shifting into reverse. "Don't make a big thing out of it," he said. He was always cautious of Randy when he was angry. Ever since last year when they lost the championship and Randy went to the showers and pulled five sinks out of the wall.
"Don't make a big thing out of it? This is a whole different deal now! We'll have to be careful of every little thing so they won't get hurt!" Randy ran his hand through his curly hair.
Neil had learned from dealing with David, another hothead, that keeping your voice low diffuses tantrums. Usually. "I was planning on being careful anyway," he said quietly.
Randy bounced in his seat. "Aw, man!"
David leaned forward. "We're not that much younger than you, and we can take care of ourselves."
Randy was glaring out the window now. "Yeah, you probably take care of each other when nobody's looking," he muttered.
"What?" David reared up, jerking on Neil's headrest so he could half stand. "What did you say?" He gave Neil's headrest a shake. "What did he say?"
Neil wasn't feeling optimistic about this day anymore. Keeping one hand on the wheel, he reached back and gently pried his brother's fingers off his headrest. "Nothing. He didn't say anything. Sit in your seat or I'm going to stop the car. In fact, if you all can't get along any better than this, tell me right now and we'll just turn around and go home. I don't need to play referee all day."
"Who asked you to?" Randy said.
"Yeah!" said David. "Who died and made you God?"
Terry Quinn unzipped his backpack. "Would anybody like an oatmeal Scotchie? My mother made them."
For some reason this made everyone laugh. They each took a cookie, and there was a blessed silence while they chewed.
"You better tell me which way I'm going," Neil said to Randy. "I'm not God, you know."
Randy smiled. "Okay. There's two routes we can take but the way I figure it ..."
Neil settled back in his seat. Harmony was restored, at least for now.
The Ocala National Forest, according to Randy's calculations, was an hour's drive from Ormond Beach. They took Route 40 West, almost a straight shoot. On the map, the forest looked like a big green football field. Somewhere off Route 40 was Old King's Road, which was supposed to lead to the cave.
Once the suburbs of Ormond were gone, the landscape was monotonous: corridors of scrub pines lining the road on both sides, nothing to look at but the occasional roadkill or tire casing.
It was late October, finally cool enough to turn off the air-conditioning and roll all the windows down. Neil felt the usual rush of pleasure he got when wind was hitting his face. He would do anything: water-ski, bicycle, ride roller-coasters, anything to get that wonderful wind-in-the-face sensation. It made him feel free. When he was little, his parents were always dragging him in from the yard during thunderstorms. Even though he was terrified of the killer Florida lightning strikes, he'd stay outside to feel that special, green-metallic storm wind in his face. Every wind was different, too, he had learned. If you were free-falling, like from a diving board, the wind was steady and warm and seemed blue. Bicycle wind was silver white. Night wind was purple and very soft and terrifying. The wind inside the car now was breeze, a bouncy light yellow wind that smelled like roots and stems and gave a feeling of promise. Naturally when Neil was having thoughts like this, he kept them to himself. It was like the secret he had about Baudelaire.
"Can I ask you guys a question?" Terry said. "Did anyone tell their parents what we were doing today?"
There was a brief silence. "We didn't," Neil said.
"I didn't either," Randy said. "My mom's a worrier. It's usually better to just tell her what I've done, instead of what I'm going to do."
"Yeah," Terry said. "That's what I thought, too."
There was another silence. "Yeah," Neil said.
10:00 A.M., SATURDAY
After Barberville, the landscape began to change. Neil didn't like it. He was a child of the seashore, used to flat, clean spaces and big rectangles of blue sky. Now the land had become rolling and the woods were layered up over the hillsides, leaving just a little strip of sky at the zenith. The trees were old twisty-rooted things with moss dangling from their branches and vines roping around their trunks. It was the kind of woods you felt might close over you if your back was turned. Soon we shall plunge into the shadows cold, he recited to himself.
The wind coming into the car had a different smell now, too. Rot and decay and the mossy smell of reptiles. A green wind, a wind that gave out a warning. The ravens had been replaced by egrets and herons, which broke from the woods and flew in startled packs across the two-lane highway.
A few miles later a sign told them they had entered the Ocala National Forest. They were in the hammocks now, in the wilds. Neil also noticed they hadn't passed a billboard, or a gas station or any other sign of civilization, for the last forty minutes. He was glad he'd filled the tank back in Ormond. Every mile or so there was an emergency call box for motorists to use, which was more frightening than reassuring. It meant you'd have to phone for help, because there was no help around.
"We left Ormond exactly one hour ago," David said, looking at his watch. "Where's the magic road?"
"Stay calm," Randy said, without turning around. "Probably any minute now."
"Maybe we passed it already," Terry said. "This is really heavy woods, isn't it?"
Just as he said it, they entered a corridor of trees whose branches reached out over the road like broken fingers grasping at the car. The woods were so dense now you couldn't see the hills beyond them. Neil struggled to stay calm, because he knew for a fact he was the only calm one in the car.
"I'll bet we're lost," David said.
"There's no way to be lost," Randy snapped. "We took a road that runs straight from Ormond Beach to the other road we need. How could we mess that up?"
"We might have gotten off Route 40 somehow," David said. "Maybe there was a fork or something we didn't realize. I haven't seen any signs lately."
"I have a real serious question to ask," Terry said in a small voice. "What if somebody has to go to the bathroom?"
Neil laughed, glad for comic relief. "Does somebody have to go to the bathroom?" he asked, glancing around.
(Continues...)
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