When Jasmine Fuentes finds herself thousands of miles from home, forced to hike around in the wilderness of California with a bunch of juvenile delinquents, she’s convinced she doesn’t belong.
Forage for food, build shelter, make fire—Jasmine sets out to learn what she needs to do to ace the program so she can go home and salvage her summer vacation. But the more she tries to prove she doesn’t need wilderness therapy, the more desperate her situation becomes. Confronted with life and death, she comes face to face with her past and her imperfections. Will Jasmine ask for help before it’s too late?
Forage for food, build shelter, make fire—Jasmine sets out to learn what she needs to do to ace the program so she can go home and salvage her summer vacation. But the more she tries to prove she doesn’t need wilderness therapy, the more desperate her situation becomes. Confronted with life and death, she comes face to face with her past and her imperfections. Will Jasmine ask for help before it’s too late?
Adrienne Quintana is
the author of Eruption as well as several children's books. When she isn't
writing, Adrienne enjoys running, hiking, and matchmaking (Are you single? She
probably knows someone perfect for you.)
She lives in Arizona with her husband
and four children, who give her love, support, and plenty of good material for
Instagram.
Snippets
Oh, geez. It was like the two worst words on earth got together and had an ugly baby. Wilderness therapy? Like on the reality show my mom was obsessed with? Extreme rehab for troubled teenagers—kids with huge problems? Why would she...what had I…oh no, seriously, this had to be a mistake.
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“I’m perfect,” I said in a weird, dreamy voice I didn’t even recognize as mine.
His eyebrows came together, and his smile disappeared. Was he thinking about the stones? Wondering if they’d thrown me off balance? Blaming himself?
He dropped my hand like a hot potato.
Wait. Did I just say, “I’m perfect?” I meant “perfectly fine”.
“Why don’t you drink some water, and we’ll get going again,” he said, turning away.
No. I didn’t mean what you think I said. My mind was like jello.
“Let’s slow down a little. Take it at a more manageable pace.” Abercrombie spoke to the rest of the group, who had all gathered around to watch.
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