Chatterbox: Inkwell

Hi! I thought I'd post a bit by bit of a short story I wrote. (Not all at once because that would be really long) Feel free to give any constructive feedback or ideas! So, here's the start. Also, sorry if the font's weird, I copied and pasted it from somewhere else.

The Pine Campground

You are in a mini-van with your two younger siblings. There's Jane, the very stubborn nine-year-old and there’s also Ramona, who's six, and can be annoying sometimes, but is usually fun to be around. You are trying to ask your younger sisters to stop bickering about whose turn it was to play on the tablet. Just when you’re pretty sure you’re about to scream, your mom calls out, “Rest stop!” and you breathe a sigh of relief. 

Your sisters, video games forgotten, hop out with a soccer ball.

“Rosy, wanna play soccer with us?” six-year-old Ramona asks.

“Sure!” and you play with your sisters until Mom calls you to get back in the van.

After a couple more hours of driving your sisters have fallen fast asleep, and you know you are about to join them. But before you can, the van turns onto a dirt road, and that keeps you from sleeping for a couple of reasons. One is that the bumping is driving you nuts. The other is that the old van you’re riding in is notorious for breaking down on dirt roads. Sure enough, after a couple of minutes, the engine sputters to a stop. Mom sighs and hops out to try and fix it. You decide to stretch your legs, too, so you unbuckle your seatbelt and open the door. The amazing piny smell of the forest comes seeping into the van and you take a deep breath. Mmmmmm.

“I’m going on a quick walk,” you inform your Mom.

“Please hurry,” she answers. “I might need some help with the younger girls if they wake up.”

You walk on the side of the dirt road, not wanting to go deeper into a strange forest until you see a sign saying Lab Pine Campground. Then you notice that there are some faded letters after “Lab.” You hop on an old log beside the sign and peer at it, your nose practically touching the rough surface. Labyrinth! Labyrinth Pine Campground. That's a strange name, you think. You decide to start back towards the way you came from, throwing one last look at the sign before going back to the van.