The Best Week That Never Happened by Dallas Woodburn
English | 2020 | Children/Young Adult | Fantasy | ePUB | 3.6 MB
After her parents’ bitter divorce, family vacations to the Big Island in Hawaii ceased. But across the miles, eighteen-year-old Tegan Rossi remains connected to local Kai Kapule, her best friend from childhood. Now, Tegan finds herself alone and confused about how she got to the Big Island. With no wallet, no cell phone, purse, or plane ticket, Tegan struggles to piece together what happened. She must have come to surprise-visit Kai. Right? As the teens grow even closer, Tegan pushes aside her worries and gets swept away in the vacation of her dreams. But each morning, Tegan startles awake from nightmares that become more difficult to ignore. Something is eerily amiss. Why is there a strange gap in her memory? Why can’t she reach her parents or friends from home? And what’s with the mysterious hourglass tattoo over her heart? Kai promises to help Tegan figure out what is going on. But the answers they find only lead to more questions. As the week unfolds, Tegan will experience the magic of first love, the hope of second chances, and the bittersweet joy and grief of being human.
Other than us, the beach is deserted. It’s that timeless time of day when it seems like the sunshine might stretch on forever. The light has a magical quality. Kai leads me across the soft sand to the edge of a precipice overlooking the ocean. Below, a coral reef juts out, forming a shallow cove of clear blue water.
“Wow,” I murmur. “It’s beautiful. How do we get down there?”
“We jump,” Kai says.
I stare at him. He stares back. After a few seconds, he laughs.
“Just kidding! Follow me.”
We walk along the cliff edge thirty feet or so, until it naturally starts to curve. Kai points down. Carved into the rock of the sea cliff are steps leading down to the cove.
“Who made these?” I ask in awe—and gratitude.
Kai shrugs. “The island is full of little gifts like these steps. Some people say the gods made them for us.”
“Do you believe that?”
“I think humans made them, a long time ago. I bet they would be glad to know others are using them. C’mon!” He tugs me forward. “Be careful—might be slippery.”
We slowly make our way down the narrow, uneven steps. Kai keeps his hand in mine, even though it’s an awkward angle for him to stretch his arm backward. When we reach the sand below, I revel in its cool softness between my toes. Kai strips off his T-shirt, and I try not to stare. I duck behind a giant rock to take off my shorts. Once we’re in the water, I’ll forget that I’m in bikini bottoms, but right now I feel so exposed. I pull out my snorkel gear and fit the goggles over my eyes and nose. The salty plastic smell takes me back to the last time I went snorkeling, years and years ago, with Kai. The lenses are a little smeary, exactly the way I remember. I carefully fold my shorts and place them high on the rocks, away from the waves, along with the snorkel gear bag. Then I grab my fins, take a deep breath, and step out from behind my cover.
Kai is facing away from me, putting on his fins. A memory flashes through my mind of his little-boy self spraying me with water through his snorkel. I run up and kick the waves, splashing him. He turns toward me, laughing. His mask is up on his forehead.
“Be careful, Rossi. Remember who you’re messing with!”