“Who knew quicksand was so quick,” Lumen said aloud.
The sand was at his neck. He took a deep breath before he became ful y submerged. The sand seeped into his nose and ears. Lumen thought that this was it. He would die of suffocation. Lumen gasped for air only to inhale more sand.
He couldn’t breathe. He couldn’t move. He thought of his mom for a moment and how devastated she would be.
Everything went black, and he couldn’t see a thing.
As Lumen was just about out of breath, he saw the lights.
He wished he could move them. He visualized where he would maneuver each light. He pictured each piece coming together before realizing that he could move them with his mind! The lights began to form a window. How do I get to it now?
Can I just try to move the window towards me?
He focused on the window, and it moved toward him in the depths of the sand, in the pitch black.
Just then, his head and arms popped out in a field of snow.
Lumen spit some sand out of his mouth into the snow, stil able to feel the rest of his body stuck back in the sand. He took a few deep breaths of air before he realized Al ister and Wrigley were standing nearby.
“Ah, there you are. Give me your hand,” Al ister said.
Al ister grabbed Lumen’s hand and pul ed him through the window entirely onto the snow.
“Okay, that time I was for sure going to die. There was no backup plan there! Again, are you insane? Are you just trying to kill me?”
Al ister chuckled.
“Most of the students don’t have this many questions and comments on the first day. You are a funny one, Lu.”
Lumen was about to say something back to Al ister when he saw Wrigley run by him after what appeared to be an extremely burly critter. It was small but very muscular with long ears, just like a rabbit. It was a dark gray and its short fur was mangled and dirty. Lumen could see the animal’s veins running through its legs and its teeth sticking out of its mouth.
“Wrigley? Get back here! What is he after? Is that thing going to kil him? Wrig, wrig!”
“Oh no, don’t worry. Wrigley won’t be able to catch that. If you recall, your first night here we had some wetchop meat.
Wel . . .”
“Right, wetchop . . .”
Wrigley came trotting back, empty-mouthed.
“Here ya go, boy,” Al ister waved his hand again, and an ice cube fell to the snow. Wrigley jumped on top of it.
“My mom says ice is bad for dog’s teeth. You shouldn’t give him so much.”
“My apologies, Lu; I just want the dog to like me,” Al ister said.
“Yeah, well, I think he is starting to like you more than me.
I need to take him home. My mom would be furious if I lost him,” Lumen retorted.
“Don’t worry, my boy. Dogs are very loyal. I just want him to know we are the good guys.”
Lumen nodded his head slowly.
“Right . . . Anyway, where are we now? This looks more like the first place I came to,” Lumen said.
“Right again. Alec did say you have a good memory.”
“Okay, great,” Lumen answered sarcastically.
They were both silent for a moment.
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