The fact is, Lucy was pretty happy when her family moved to the backside of nowhere in rural Alaska. After getting bullied throughout fifth grade back in San Francisco, being anywhere else in the world was worthy of a big thumbs-up.
Lucy’s mom had taken a job as the head scientist at a secluded research facility. And since Lucy’s dad owned a small business back in San Francisco, he could easily stay connected with work online while others ran the store. Not only that, but their new, lushly wooded home was as scenic and beautiful as an Ansel Adams photograph.
Of course, there was one drawback: winter.
Lucy and her parents moved into their nice little Alaskan cabin just before the snow hit. The roads soon turned treacherous, meaning that for the next several months Lucy would have to take her sixth-grade classes online.
That wasn’t so bad really. There were only 12 kids in her class and meeting them online was a great way to ease into the new setting. Plus, the kids were all … great! Each one of them was welcoming and seemed excited that Lucy was joining their group. They kept asking about her life back home, oohing and ahhing over the things she told them.
What a completely different experience that was. It was kinda wonderful actually.
Now, however, the weather is turning. It’s still pretty snowy, but things are beginning to melt and soften. Frankly, Lucy is really excited about meeting everybody IRL (in real life). And, well, a little nervous, too.
I mean, seeing her new friends in person will be awesome. In their last zoom call together, she was even kinda flirting with Jamie, one of the guys. And she’s never done that before. But still, maybe she’s a little gun-shy when it comes to talking to people face-to-face.
Anyway, when the day arrives, Lucy gets dressed early and gets her parents to let her snowshoe her way over to the school on her own. That’s what all the others are doing, and Lucy wants to fit in right from the start. So she sets her GPS for the short trek and takes off.
Something is odd though. As Lucy draws closer to the school, the surroundings are quiet—too quiet. In fact, there are no footprints in the snow. The school has been closed all winter, but wouldn’t someone have gone this way before she did?
Lucy breaks through the last patch of trees and skids to a stop when she sees the building up close. There’s the sign that reads White Pine Secondary School. But it’s crooked and hanging from a single nail. The faded paint is hardly legible. But it’s the building that makes Lucy’s heart plummet.
The school is clearly abandoned—and has been for a very, very long time. Water is dripping in through a gaping hole in the roof of the obviously burnt-out husk. The GPS map on Lucy’s phone says this is the place, but it can’t possibly be correct, can it?
Or is this a prank? Is this all set up to make her look foolish? Lucy quickly scans the footprint-free area. Are the kids hiding somewhere nearby, ready to jump out and call her names? It seems so elaborately hurtful, though. Were all 12 of them mean bullies?
That’s when Lucy spots the small cemetery next to the school. It holds what looks like 12 snow-covered headstones.
She looks, takes a stuttering step backward, and listens to how deathly quiet this awful place is. That’s when Lucy Bell-Rodriguez begins to feel afraid.