When Jasmine Fuentes finds herself thousands of miles from home, forced to hike around in the wilderness of California with a bunch of juvenile delinquents, she’s convinced she doesn’t belong. Forage for food, build shelter, make fire—Jasmine sets out to learn what she needs to do to ace the program so she can go home and salvage her summer vacation. But the more she tries to prove she doesn’t need wilderness therapy, the more desperate her situation becomes. Confronted with life and death, she comes face to face with her past and her imperfections. Will Jasmine ask for help before it’s too late?
Adrienne Quintana is
the author of Eruption as well as several children's books. When she isn't
writing, Adrienne enjoys running, hiking, and matchmaking (Are you single? She
probably knows someone perfect for you.)
She lives in Arizona with her husband
and four children, who give her love, support, and plenty of good material for
Instagram.
2.
“You do, don’t you?” she accused when I took too
long to answer.
“I mean, you make it sound like one of the deadly
sins or something.”
She was serious, wiping her face with the sleeve of
her t-shirt. “It kind of says a lot about a person.”
Unbelievable. Here we were, sharing a Hallmark Hall
of Fame moment, and now she was going to unfriend me because I had a weakness
for faded denim with perfectly placed rips.
“I’m not trying to hurt your feelings,” she
continued, “but Abercrombie is kind of the epitome of capitalist materialism.”
I shrugged. “I don’t see how it’s worse than any
other store in the mall.”
“Hmm,” Michaela said. “You wouldn’t.”
3.
“Nobody’s going to force you to hike today, Noah.
In fact, we’re not going to force you to do anything. It’s your decision. You
can stay here as long as you want, but the tents are going on ahead.” She
touched his back. “If we stay here, we’ll be on our own. And it’ll get pretty
cold tonight.”
He squeezed his eyes even tighter then opened them.
They looked more sunken than they had before his nap. I was no doctor, but
Quasimodo obviously was in no condition to hike. He needed to be tucked in a
soft bed where he could sleep for three or four weeks to get rid of those bags
under his eyes.
“We still have a ways to go today, but we can take
it at your pace, just like earlier. We’ll stop when you need to stop.” His eyes
clouded over and he closed them, rolling away from Backwoods Barbie. I
swallowed a lump in my throat. This was so humiliating for all of us.
She stayed there with her hand on his back. By now,
everyone had gathered around Abercrombie, but we were all watching Quasimodo. I
don’t know about everyone else, but I was mentally willing him to stand up.
Every minute he stayed lying there was another minute I would have to hold it.
He needed to realize that this wasn’t all just about him.
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