A Secret with a Bear

So I’m going to start uploading these short stories and excerpts and entries that I write. I’ve been writing on all sorts of topics(love, life, pain, etc) or just random stories like this. And if you have any ideas, challenges or topics for me, feel free to share em’ with me in the comments :))


It is so beautiful, so peaceful here. I don’t ever want to go home. All there is at home is city lights, shopping malls, traffic and fake people. This is Yellowstone National Park.

I look to my right, and there’s my mother and father, free from their stress from work, smiling. And that made me happy. We had pulled up on the way to the top of a hill. Not many people came to this side of the park. I put my sketch of this current view down.
“I need some water.” I say, and cross the road to our car. I open the door away from the road and my backpack falls out, and it tumbles down the edge, down a slope.
“Shoot!” I whisper to myself. Hey, at least it wasn’t a cliff, I could slide down and get it.
And so I did.

But it was steeper than I thought it would be. I stopped becoming a slide, and I began tumbling down, rolling, uncontrollably.
Finally, I stop.
“Oof!” I say, getting up.

I look up at the slop, from where I’d come from. It was too steep to climb, and I hadn’t yet found my bag. If my parents found out about this………… I would die. I had to hurry up and find it, and find a way up. Trees, leaves and grass – That’s all I saw. I walked around, looking for it.
It had gone off the slop a little ahead of where I came down from. It was lighter then me too, hence, I jogged up ahead, eyes wide open.

I reached a small stream, and there was a small cave, on the other side. I looked 270 degrees, and bingo! There is was, right there, next to the cave, on the other side of the stream. I take a few steps back, then run, and jump.
I land onto the ground, sideways, on my hip. “Bullseye.” I whisper to myself, and go towards the bag.

I was just about to reach it, but there it came out, straight out of the cave – A Bear. There it was, a few metres ahead of me. I recognized it as a Grizzly, after all the Ranger Talks we had attended. It was huge! 5 times my size! And what’s worse – Its a mother! Its cubs peek out, looking at me – their next meal.

The bear looks straight into my eyes, and I look straight into its eyes. It has beautiful dark brown eyes, like chocolate buttons. I wondered what it was thinking right now. But I thought, ‘Mama, Papa, I love you.’. I thought of all the things I hadn’t done in life – gone to college, skydived, – and the bear interrupts my thoughts, with a loud, ferocious growl.

I took a few steps back, telling myself not to run, tears in my eyes. I needed a solution,  and I needed it now. And then it hit me – bear spray ! It was in one of my water bottle compartments of my bag. I can see it.

Your life depends on this, Mihika Kumar. If you’ve managed to escape serious trouble from the principal at school, you can do this. I unexpectedly kick a rock into the stream, and the bear looks at it, falling for my trick. I dive towards my bag, and it comes after me, but in those seconds, I was faster than Ussain Bolt. And I was going to live. I had brought this upon myself, and the bear could not go down for killing me, for my mistake. I dive onto the bag, pull out the spay, and sprayed, and looked away. I didn’t want to see a mouth full of teeth, if I wasn’t going to make it. I look back. It worked !

I got up and ran, and I didn’t stop. I could run a marathon right now. I jumped over the stream, and ran, and ran, and ran. The backpack on my shoulder, fear in my mind, and fire in my heart.

I was so scared, I ran up the entire slope without realising that I had.
I coughed, exhausted, next to my car, relieved.
“You okay, sweetie? You’ve been there for a long time.” My mother says, turning around.
“Yeah, I’m cool.” I say, quickly shoving my bag into the car, slamming the door and dusting the dirt off myself.
I survived, and the bear will too.
I hug my mother and father, and they were pretty confused as to why I was being so love-y.

I hop back into the car, and we drove away, me with one hell of a memory, which no-one would ever know about. Dear Bear, its our little secret, okay?

~m.k


The above writing is based purely on fiction. No event that occurred in it has been personally experienced. 


 

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