Your Worst Nightmare by P.J. Night

Author:P.J. Night
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: Simon Spotlight

CHAPTER 8

Tim didn’t check the time on his cell phone. What was the point? It would only slow him down. Besides, it was so quiet in his tunnel. It wasn’t like the corn maze, where the rustle of papery cornstalks was ever present, a quiet rattle underneath the shrieks and laughter of other kids. But deep within the Ravensburg Caverns, there was no way for Tim to know if his friends had already made it through the maze. The only thing Tim would gain from checking the time would be a little extra motivation to move faster—and he had plenty of motivation already. Tim wasn’t sure why it was always so important to him to be first. It just was.

Besides, he had enough to focus on just getting through the tunnel. The wide pathway for the guided tour had been worn smooth by thousands of feet traipsing over it for decades. This narrow corridor, however, was completely different. Jagged rocks jutted up from the floor; sometimes Tim had to jump or even climb over them, being careful not to scrape his hands on the rough walls of the tunnel. But Tim was sure-footed and swift as he sped through the maze; all those afternoons jumping hurdles and sprinting along the track were paying off. He felt good, confident. Of course he’d be the first one to get through the maze.

Then again, Tim had never expected to fall. How could he have guessed that one of those large, pointed rocks was precariously balanced on the ones below it? It looked like all the others, permanently embedded in the path. But when Tim tried to climb over it, the rock wobbled—then tipped—then toppled over, dumping him in a heap on the cold stone floor. It caused a small rock slide around him too—insignificant pebbles, sharp little stones, and a cloud of dust that got into his mouth and made him cough.

Only after the dust cleared did Tim realize that his ankle was throbbing. He must’ve twisted it, wrenched it in the socket as he stumbled off the cascading rocks. Tim winced ruefully as he rubbed his ankle, which was already starting to swell. Not so smart, big guy, he thought. You’ll be sitting out next week’s track meet for sure.

But Tim had bigger things to worry about now . . . like getting out of this maze on a busted-up foot. Well, so much for being the first one through the maze. At least it wouldn’t matter if he came in last—not like in track.

Tim started rubbing his ankle more vigorously, hoping to increase the blood circulating through it. He thought he remembered Coach saying something about getting the blood flowing, back when Jason Morris messed up his foot during the first track meet of the season. Tim was about to get up and test his weight on his sore ankle when he thought he saw something move out of the corner of his eye.

More curious than afraid, Tim turned his head to get a better look.

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