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Portland, looked like she was going camping in Antarctica. Ross, on the other hand, had decided this<br />
trip would require only a pair of thin Adidas shorts and his new, bizarre, bright red Vibram<br />
FiveFinger shoes, which made it look like he was wearing a pair of gloves on his feet.<br />
But in a matter of minutes the cold ceased to matter to Ross; he felt warm inside as he looked<br />
over at Kristal, who was, quite frankly, too beautiful to have him worried about his outfit.<br />
Ross instantly had a crush.<br />
He was smitten with Kristal. Her long, straight black hair was perfectly braided in the back,<br />
revealing her splendid hazel eyes and perfectly puckered pink lips. She looked just like Pocahontas.<br />
Once the bags were packed in the car, he hopped inside and it pulled away as the four friends<br />
chatted in unison. They drove along the 101 and the Golden Gate Bridge came into view. Selena<br />
pulled out her camera to snap a picture of the orange towers, which seemed endlessly high. Ross<br />
could see the bright blue sky, as vast and open as the ocean he had seen in Dominica. To the right he<br />
could see Alcatraz again, that looming prison in the distance.<br />
They continued along the curvy roadways through Sausalito and into Mill Valley as they made the<br />
hour-long drive to the entrance of the hiking trail.<br />
The beginning of the trail was a well-worn gravel path that soon turned into a sinuous bridle<br />
walkway. Before long the group found themselves in the thick of nature. Ross and René were perfect<br />
gentlemen, offering to carry the ladies’ backpacks. Each man slipped one on his back, one on his<br />
front. They high-fived with delight.<br />
• • •<br />
On the other side of the world, in Perth, Australia, sixteen-year-old Preston Bridges and his mates<br />
had been planning their own festivities for a while now. Preston had already picked out his outfit for<br />
the Year 12 Ball and had been in constant discussion with the other kids at Churchlands Senior High<br />
School about the after parties they would attend.<br />
Preston was a handsome kid, with thick, fluffy eyebrows and flopped-over blond hair that hung<br />
to one side of his face. He had chosen to spend the hours before the festivities on the beach with his<br />
mates, jostling in the fleecy, warm water and talking about the evening ahead.<br />
“You look like you went for a spray tan,” his father, Rodney, joked with him at around 4:00 p.m.<br />
when he got home. Preston smirked and bounded off down the hall to change into his tuxedo for the<br />
dance.<br />
A little more than an hour later, at around 5:30 p.m., Preston walked out of his bedroom for what<br />
would be the last time in his life.<br />
He looked smart in that black tuxedo, his matching bow tie strung perfectly around his neck.<br />
When his mother, Vicky, arrived to pick him up, she noted how handsome her boy looked. His dad<br />
snapped a few pictures of them together. In one, Preston turned to his mother, pulled her close to him,<br />
and kissed her squarely on the cheek as she beamed. He soon set off for the ball.<br />
• • •<br />
Ross and his trio of friends finally found camp and set up their blue-and-white tents on the flat grass<br />
of the hillside that overlooked an endless green ocean of Northern California Douglas fir trees. It<br />
smelled like pines, and a feeling of calm came over them all—especially Ross. René commented that<br />
it was like paradise as the group sat down on the slope and watched the world do nothing. Ross