Rain, Shine, and a Blue Police Box
Pitter patter pitter patter pitter patter. Rain drummed on the roof of our moth-eaten tent, causing several dripping leaks. It was a rather rude awaking, know that I think about it. Cold rain water dripping on my hair, flowing down my neck. My little sister Camilla had the same problem, accept the rain dripped through her sleeping bag, making her socks soggy. Now we sit in the corner, huddled in towels, using plastic buckets to collect the rain.
"What time is it?" Camilla asks me. She had just sat there, staring at the dripping rain, just because there was nothing better to do. After all, there's only so many times you can play finger chess.
I check my watch. "It's 9:13. Dad's supposed to pick us up at 12:45." I inform her.
Camilla sighs. "Can you just call Dad and tell him to pick us up now? There's nothing to do." She questions.
"I'll try, but Dad probably forgot to charge his phone." I answer. I fumbled around in my backpack and grab it. I dial Dad's number and wait.
"Hi, you have reached Jerry Brown. I'm not available right now, so please leave me a message after the beep." My father's voice iterates. After the beep, I record my message.
"Hey Dad, its Amara. Its raining cats and dogs right now, so is there any chance you can pick us up early? Thanks, bye." I say.
"Um, Amara," Camilla asks, "Why are we on this camping trip anyway?"
"Well, Mom was in California for her business trip, and since she knew that we really liked the last camping trip we all went together, she booked this one, kind of as a 'I'm home' celebration. But her flight got delayed, so she she called Dad and convinced him to let us come on our own." I tell her.
"But why would Mom book a camping trip when there's a rainstorm?" she questions.
"Well thats the thing. This storm came out of nowhere, no one predicted it" I explain. Then in an instant, the rain stops.
"Yay! The rain is gone!" Camilla cheers. "Lets go outside!"
"Woah woah woah, slow down. The ground is soaking wet outside, so get your rain boots on." I tell her. We get our boots on and get outside.
"Hey, wait a second. Something's wrong." I stomp the ground, but instead of a wet, muddy surface, rubber collides with dry dirt. "What the?"
"Amara, look over there." Camilla instructs. And I don't believe my eyes. There is someone cooking breakfast over a campfire!
"This is getting weird." I comment.
"Yea." Camilla replies." One minute it we have a thunderstorm, and the next minute its like it never happened.
" Maybe we're dreaming?" I suggest.
" Only one way to find out." Camilla says. So we pinch ourselves at the same time.
" I don't think we're dreaming." I point out. " Well, it was a stupid theory in the first place."
" Yea, it would be kinda weird if we were having the same dream." She comments." And where are you going?"
" I'm getting my video camera. I want to film this for our vlog." I inform Camilla.
" What's that noise?" Camilla asks.
" What noise?" Then I hear it. A strange, wirring sound fills the forest.
" Oh my god." Camilla says, spellbound. I can't speak. Who could when a blue police box appears in your campsite out of thin air.
