Kylee was pretending to be asleep. She seemed to be good at that. Pretending. She would open her eyes halfway to look at everyone else. They were asleep, or just pretending, like her. How many were really awake? How many had a dark secret hidden inside their back packs? How many still had the little suffed dog their Dad had given them for their 3rd birthday, one month before he had been murdered.
Kylee hugged her dog (who she had named Brownie) closer to her. It was hidden under the covers of her blanket, because she thought that if anyone else had found out that she still had a stuffed dog they would make fun of her.
It had been awhile since her dad had died. She had gotten over it, but she still missed him. And it still hurt. If she thought about it too hard she would start to cry. So instead of thinking about her daddy she thought about the rain outside and about sleep. But it didn't help. So she thought about the hike. That really didn't help. She was very nervous. But she was gonna do it. She was gonna be brave, just like her dad.
[EDIT] Oops, this is gonna be before A D's last post! So we don't get confused.