Radium Halos
his bare hands and then
tear down the mine doors with his pinkie finger.
    “You’d better
call Brent’s dad and the rest of the gangs. I’m not sure my phone
will keep working. I don’t even know if the storm’s going to start
up again. It’s all…all…” I swallowed trying not to cry. My throat
tightened and burned.
    “I’m coming,
sweetie,” he said, car keys jingling in the background. “I’ll call
nine one one and everyone I need to. Keep your cell close.”
    “Please hurry.”
I shut the phone and waved it at my friends, not sure I could
speak. “Help’s on the way.”
    “Hopefully
Seth’s dad’s driving the ladder truck over here to rescue us right
now,” Heidi said.
    “I’m sure he’s
on his way.” Seth came and put his arm around Heidi.
    “We’re all okay
and going to get outta here very soon.” Brent came and stood by
me.
    The scepticism
of the past few hours eased. Exhaustion seeped into my core. I
dropped onto one of the concrete slabs. The others followed my
lead. There we sat, and waited. And waited. Bored we needed someone
to talk about something… anything to keep our minds off the
fact we were still trapped. Small talk . “Kieran, where’s
your new place?”
    He ran a hand
through his thick, brown hair. “Me granddad owned the wooden cabin
thingy near the round about -- sorry, I mean the four way stop. He
left it to me dad in ’is will.”
    Rylee, sitting
near him, rested a hand on his shoulder. “Sorry to hear you lost
your grandfather.”
    “It was like
three years ago. Guess me dad ’n him were not thar close. Plus, he
was a miserable ol’ bugger.” Kieran laughed, and all three females
turned toward the husky sound. He didn’t seem to notice. “Me dad
decided to up ’n come here for the year. I wasn’t too keen, but he
tends to not give a toss to what I think.” He shrugged and shot a
glance in my direction.
    I couldn’t read
his face. His accent was sexy, even when he sounded ticked off at
his dad. With his Sean Connery voice, I had to listen closely to
what he said. It might be fun having a new guy in the group. Senior
year just got a lot more interesting.
    “What’d your
mom think about having to come to Canada?” Rylee asked.
    “Me mum passed
away a few years back. It’s just me dad now.”
    Rylee’s hands
flew to her face and her eyes grew big. She patted his arm. “Sorry.
I sometimes open my mouth when I shouldn’t.”
    Seth smirked.
“Sometimes? I think you like puttin’ your foot in your mouth.”
    “Shut up!”
Rylee laughed and gave Seth, who sat on her other side, a shove.
“At least my mother doesn’t bake cookies in the shape of NHL teams
for me.”
    “Hey! I like
Seth’s mom’s cookies,” Heidi suddenly piped up. “I’m hoping she
sent some with you tonight and you left them in the truck.” Poor
Heidi, skinny as a toothpick and always hungry.
    “Speaking of
food, I’m starving!” Seth grabbed his stomach.
    I groaned,
trying to swallow against dryness in my mouth. “I’m kinda
thirsty.”
    “Me too.” Heidi
said. “Hungry, thirsty, and soaking.”
    “Hopefully
someone arrives soon,” Brent said. “I’m wiped.” Everyone must’ve
felt the same as we all grew quiet and waited.
    Dad sent a text
to let us know the firefighters were working on removing the large
fallen tree at the entrance to the mine. We could hear muffled
noise from the dome. He sent another text fort minutes later asking
where we were.
    It took almost
an hour for the search and rescue team to find us.
    When voices on
the other side of the locked door greeted us, we hollered. The room
had grown darker as the moon shifted.
    The saw cutters
and drills had me covering my ears from the screeching noise. The
loud banging from some heavy metal thing slamming against the door
seemed to last forever. It broke my heart when I heard one of the
firefights say they’d have to try the other door.
    “Anyone ’ver
watch Fireman Sam?” Kieran asked loudly, trying
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