Miki shook her head, shaking the water off and spraying my friend Jen.
“Miki!” Jen said, “Stop it!”
Jen hid behind me, as I laughed and Miki circled us, dripping water onto the leaves.
We were walking along a steep trail, trying to get to the top of one of the smaller mountains, when we heard a crack in front of us, and leaves began to start falling. I stopped, but Jen kept walking. I took a few more steps, but Jen still kept walking, and I could see twigs were starting to fall and catch in her hair. After a minute it was no longer twigs but whole branches, crashing down around her shoulders.
“Lizzie!” Jen said, “Hurry up!”
“Jen,” I said, “I think you should stop.”
“Stop? Why would I-“
Jen’s voice was silenced by a loud crack, rippling from right next to her, as birds tumbled out of the trees and into the sky, and a large, wooden cylinder started falling towards her.
I dug around in my backpack and found the flashlight Jen had packed. Hefting it in my hand, I threw it at the tree. It barely made a dent.
“Jen, you have to get out of there!”
“Lizzie, I’ll be fine.”
The tree was falling even faster now, crashing into the branches below it. I ran away, taking shelter behind a large boulder on the edge of the trail. For the first time since I left home and my parent’s church, I said God’s name and meant it.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a white flash, like lightning, that jumped at Jen and knocked her out of the way.
When the wood chips cleared, I rushed at my friend, finding her lying among a pile of twigs, scratched and sobbing. My fumbling fingers pulled out the first aid kit and plastered her body with band-aids.
“It’s ok,” I said, “It’s ok.”
Looking up, I could see hints of white through the branches of the tree, little bits of fur, the only remnants of Miki.