Climbing the Rock Within by Jennifer Haig
Excerpt from Chapter 3:
That next summer, out again at the Oregon lake, excited
with overconfidence, I juggled a handful of stones. Two
pals—one from Idaho, Jenny with dirt-blond hair; the other,
Meagan, in overall shorts from Washington—watched me. I
felt more confident, not like the previous summer when I had
been more tongue-tied. The pills were still a secret.
“Look for the flatter ones, like this.” I held a stone up.
“Here’s one!” said Jenny.
“Yes, I skid’m best at the beach. Watch!” I put down my
handful, picked one, threw it hard. Three times, it skated the
glasslike surface. My friends clapped. I picked up another.
“Uh-oh, here comes Counselor Helen.” With pale skin,
heavy-set in oversized blue jeans and a fuzzy ponytail, Helen
waved her hand. “Don’t throw any more stones, girls. We’re
going to build a fire.”