ooo mysterious~ It looks really good so far! I have no complaints :) I love your name, by the way.

Here's some more of the story!

Your Mom greets you with a worried expression on her face. “Bad news,” she says.

“It turns out the van needs a mechanic.”

“Well, I have some good news.” You say, and tell your Mom about the campground that you found on your walk. Your Mom sighs. 

“Well, at least there’s somewhere to stay without having to walk five miles. I don’t know how I feel about camping in a campground that…” She scrolls on her phone, “technically doesn’t exist.” 

“Wait, what?” You say, and Mom hands you her phone. 

"This says there are no campgrounds called ‘Labyrinth Pine.’” She says.

You lie in your tent that night. This campground isn't that creepy, you tell yourself. There's just no record of it anywhere on the internet, there doesn't seem to be any other campers, and there's hardly any room for a tent between the hundreds- maybe even thousands- of scraggly pine trees. 

Great. That just made it way more creepy.

“Rose, I’m walking to the outhouse,” you hear Ramona whisper from the other side of the tent, where she’s putting on her shoes.

“You shouldn't go by yourself,” you say, but she’s already out of the tent. Should you follow her? You ask yourself. No, you decide, she knows where to go. She’ll be fine. You fall into a deep sleep and don't wake up until morning.

You awake suddenly to a pair of nine-year-old hands shaking you violently.

“Rosy! I can’t find Ramona!” You turn over, not realizing what she said for a second.

“Let me go back to sleep- wait, what?!” Immediately you’re wide awake.

“I think she’s lost!” You look up into Jane’s panicked face and a pang of guilt as sharp as an arrow shoots through you as you realize what must have happened. Ramona must have gotten lost in the winding paths of the labyrinth pine campground. Why did you let her go by herself? But it’s too late to stop her from going alone now.

Ooh, interesting!  The second-person perspective is really compelling, I haven't read many stories that do that.

I'm picking up from where I left off so, if you want to know what has happened, just look at the previous posts. 

Your Mom wakes up even faster than you did when she finds out that Ramona is missing. She gets up and stuffs on her shoes without tying them and is out of the tent in a flash, pyjama pants and all. Then you have nothing to do but stare at her back as she goes to search, leaving you in charge.

“Stay here, I’ll be back soon.” 

Suddenly, everything is still. After the chaos a few seconds ago, it feels like the world has stopped spinning. Even the squirrels have stopped chattering. Yes, in those few moments, you feel completely helpless. But then, you know what to do.

You’re dragging Jane through the forest, speed-walking to the other side of the campground. 

“Where are we going?” Jane asks you.

“We have to go to the outhouse. We might find a clue to where Ramona is.”

“Oh, OK,” Jane says, “it’s just over there.” She points to a faded sign pointing down a path.

When you get to the outhouse, it seems like there’s nothing there. You and Jane spend a couple of minutes peering under bushes and behind trees. Suddenly, Jane yells.

“Look over here! I think I found her hat!” Jane pulls back a couple of branches of a pine tree and you notice a small pink hat hanging on a branch.

“Yes, you’re right!” You say and take a closer look. “Wait, what’s that?” You point behind the hat, to a little clearing behind the huge pine tree.

“Looks like a path,” Jane says and she goes down on her hands and knees and crawls under the branches. You follow her, and when you stand up, you are amazed.

“Welp, we found out how this campground got its name,” Jane says. The clearing is surrounded by seven or eight paths, and you can see that each and every one forks into two new paths heading off in separate directions.

Top please! 

Here is the last section of my story. 

You follow the path of stones Ramona left for a surprisingly long time. The sun is high in the sky. Then, you come to another clearing, probably the centre of the huge maze.

"She's not here," you say, ready to collapse on the ground with worry. 

“This way,” Jane says, dragging you off the path.

“Rosy?” A little sister's voice calls out, but this time not Jane's. “Rosy, is that you?”

“Ramona!” You cry and fling yourself toward the voice. “Where are you?”

“I’m right here, I got trapped by this log,” Ramona answers, her voice shaking.

“What?” You’re half crying-half laughing as you notice that there’s a log holding down her arm. You pull it off and then hug her, so relieved that she’s there, in your arms, safe. You could stay there forever, but now Jane is hugging her too and you let go.

“Are you ok?” You ask.

“No, I'm not." She’s crying, and you look her up and down. Besides a skinned knee and a couple of scratches on her arms from the sharp tree branches, she doesn't seem injured.

You’re sitting at a picnic table with Jane, Ramona, and Mom. It’s the day after Ramona’s crazy adventure.

“Ramona,” your Mom says, “I’ve been wondering. Why didn’t you come straight back from the outhouse?”

“I saw a rabbit,” Ramona replies simply. You and Jane groan.

“All that, because of a rabbit?” You say.

“Thank Goodness the mechanic came earlier than we thought he would,” Mom says.

“My water bottle’s empty. I’m going to go fill it up at the pump,” Jane says. You look up, alarmed. “I’m coming with you!”

I hope you enjoyed it! And if you want, (no pressure) post any feedback, ideas, etc. I might use this thread for more stories in the future, too. 

Wow! This is a lovely story. I just read the whole thing and it was very clever! I especially like the description in the second part you posted.