by (Made for a writing class)
"Do you wanna go spelunking?" James asked one day. I was still in bed, and hadn't stepped a foot out of our generic lean-to house since we built our campfire.
I never knew how comfortable a sleeping bag could get, even if its foundation is some pine leaves.
"Does that mean rock skipping?" I asked, still tired from the night before.
"No, it means exploring caves and underground stuff!" James's voice trailed off.
I got up out of bed, still in camping gear because I didn't remember to bring pajamas, and followed James to a cave.
The entrance was extremely small, but James managed to crawl through despite many years of saying he has claustrophobia to avoid dares his friends give him.
I tried copying his actions but hit my head on the low ceiling. The cave was dark and dingy, and before I knew it, I was lost. At least, I think I was.
I could have been 5 feet away from the entrance and not known because of how hard it is to turn around in such a small cave.
"James?" I shouted, expecting him not to hear because that's what always happens in the movies. Then a bright flashlight shined in my face.
"Eatings, my brother!" James said to me. He smiled after pointing the flashlight away from my eyes.
"I know it's 'greetings', but how should I care? We build our own vocabulary" That was the James I knew, not a monster possibly disguised as him. But then he stopped smiling.
I knew from his vast intellect he was always right, especially in these situations. And from just his face I knew we were lost. Then he pulled out our dinner.
It was spaghetti, and there was plenty.
"Bone Apple Tea,"