"Son of a b***h!" I cursed under my breath as I clutched my hand in pain. My feet were aching as they supported my body weight on the hill as I waited for the pain to subside. Actually, I’d say this was a small mountain. A rocky one, at that.
The rocky slope was slanted at a dangerously steep angle, going straight up and down until the very top. There were foot holds and hand holds, yes, but the pointy rock was hard to maneuver on, especially when the only landing was at the top, fifty feet up from the bottom. Apparently, it was called Death Calls Hill. Yea, great name. Really encourages kids to go for a hike.
Why was I climbing it? I had no freaking idea.
I had heard the kids at school talk about it, and I just so happened to have caught a glimpse of it a hundred or so feet off the pat
