Prycant

“Hey Prycant!” my teacher called, “hurry up or you’ll be left behind.” A very powerful wind hit me from the back. I was lacking behind, as always. Nothing ever went according to my imagination. My name is Prycant, a creepy name for a creepy guy like me. I am a high school student at Wallcrest High School in New York. Right now, I am on a school trip to France hosted by the school. I don’t know who gave Mr. Brown the idea to go mountain climbing in the worst weather possible. It was supposed to be summer in France in April, however, the temperature was minus three degrees celsius. We are on a European tour, travelling to France, Italy and Spain. We were supposed to be in France for only a week, but our flight got delayed and we would be going to our next stop (God knows where) not until tomorrow. Anyways, I was at the end of the group as I was slowed down by the cold weather. “C’mon, Pryce,” said my friend beside me, “we can do it.” There he was, Joshua. He was a short guy, with ruffled hair, skinny arms and wearing giant glasses on his face. He was shorter than me (and weaker too), very much struggling to keep up with the lot. “If we ‘ugh’ try, we can make it.” There he was, trying to be optimistic again. “Give up, Josh” I replied with no hope, “there’s no way we are making it to them.” “Hey squirts,” a familiar voice said from front, “you gotta move it quick.” It was Max, another friend. Unlike me and Joshua, he was a strong guy. Tall, with a side hairstyle, icy blue eyes, broad shoulders and a strikingly…