“I think I’ve found something!” Echo jabbed at the white sand with her shovel.
It felt like she’d been digging all morning in the blazing sun with nothing to show for it. Could this finally be the treasure they were searching for? Echo pushed her sweaty curls out of her eyes and crouched down to get a closer look. She had definitely hit something hard, but not solid like a stone. She turned her shovel over and scraped the sand away from the buried object to reveal the corner of something angular and brown.
YOU ARE SITTING ON ME.
Mr Penguin leapt up, his flippers suddenly a blur of digging action.
Within seconds, Colin popped out of the snow like a cork from a champagne bottle. Mr Penguin wiped ice from his friend’s frozen monobrow.
“HOORAY!” hooted Mr Penguin. “WE ARE ALL BACK TOGETHER AGAIN!”
He danced in the snow in a very giddy fashion.
I press the tip of the blade against the soft skin of my finger.
“I, Savannah Mae Dare, solemnly swear…”
“Is that a knife?” my older sister, Frankie, interrupts me for the third time. I sigh. The first was to ask why we had to go to Springer’s Point Preserve, the big nature park near our house. The second was why we had to go where it was hundred degrees to sit under a giant live oak with fire ants in the sand. I reminded her we live in North Carolina. On an island. It’s all giant oak and fire ants and sand, not air-conditioning and iced drinks and fluffy pillows.