Once everyone heard the news that we had all met at our quiet construction site from earlier this summer, we had built the ultimate hideaway hidden in the forest . Hunter, the oldest boy in our group, said he gathered us here for a trip, but we can't tell anyone about it, it was dangerous and if we were too chicken to continue, he suggested that we left immediately. Everyone looked around curiously and stayed to hear the story from the smiling puppeteer, Hunter. He told us that he was walking around the old abandoned house across the river that morning and was startled when he heard a man calling for help from a shed very close to the house. When he arrived, he saw that the man was locked in the shed, so he broke the lock and pushed the door open. He claimed the man was very grateful and ran towards the road at the top of the hill. Obviously intrigued given our ages, we started making plans and Hunter made a list of things we needed and told us to meet far enough down the path to the river so no one could see us. By 3 p.m. the river was visibly frozen but we still took precautions since the current had always been fast in this area, we threw stones and used sticks to feel for weak spots. Naturally, Hunter was the leader and went first; he managed to cross, but just at the edge, the ice gave way and the current quickly consumed the ice shards. He quickly jumped up and grabbed a branch right above him and pulled himself to safety. We were small but one by one we all followed the slippery snowy surface to meet him on the other side without fear. Hunter did a head check and told us we had to walk along the side of the house to get to the shed, we were... middle of paper... we got over it. We were all a little tired after returning to the clearing at the start of the path that leads to the river, my house was the closest so we all went there to dispel any traces of our presence near the river because we all knew so much so that it was forbidden. Everything was cleaned up and everyone had gone home to turn in supplies, then we all met up at Hannah's for a cup of hot chocolate and ramen noodles. Later that night my mother came into the living room and I felt a rush of guilt on my face, then she asked me how my day was and I started to feel like a mouse about to fall into a trap while trying to find the right words. . I sat there for a few seconds, slightly uncomfortable, until my sister, among others, came and distracted my mother enough to allow me to walk out of the living room and say, "Nothing out of the ordinary.”.