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Rowan shrugged at Riley’s response to switching cabins.“Well, can’t say I didn’t try,”he smiled over at Marquis and gave him a slightly apologetic look during Riley’s good luck wishes. Rowan didn’t try to get into fights with people at camp. He really, really didn’t. There was just so much history here with almost everyone, not all of it good, and his emotions just bubbled up so quickly. He tried to stop it, but it was like putting a cork in Old Faithful — pointless and ultimately, just as explosive.
At Riley’s suggestion, Rowan nodded and stood in the row behind her, motioning her on ahead,“Lead the way.”He was thankful for the reprieve, already feeling several of the other counselors’ eyes on him, probably just as baffled as he was about some of them that he’d returned. He didn’t blame them, if he’d made the decision a couple months ago he wouldn’t have come back, but he couldn’t help but think about camp as a way to be as close to Paige as he could. Maybe he could even find some kind of information to bring him peace. Or find out what happened to her.
Rowan followed Riley and Marquis out of the amphitheater and paused at the top of the bleachers, something catching his eye on the ground. He let Riley and Marquis get a few steps ahead of him as he walked over to it and examined it closer. A piece of paper? As he got closer, the shape and manila color made it clear what it was — a folder, dirty and a little crumpled, but he reached for it. At the top, it was labeled Personal Documents and Rowan wondered if this belonged to a camper…
As he opened it, he noticed several pieces of papers and the name “Paige Evergreen” and he snapped the folder closed, looking around to see if anyone was looking at him… As he turned around to close the distance between himself and his friends, he almost ran smack dab into Morgan and Thomas walking in the opposite direction.“Shit… sorry,”he said, patting Morgan awkwardly on the shoulder and barely paying either of them much mind as he dodged out of their way and ran to catch up to Riley.
He caught up as they reached the village and rolled his eyes at Riley’s comment about their cabin being messy.
“We haven’t even unpacked yet, god, give us some credit,”he teased her as she entered and flopped herself onto his bed. He clutched the folder nervously, unsure whether to say something or go ahead and crack it open and share the contents with his friends, or if he wanted to keep it a secret… he didn’t even know what it all said, but he knew how the rumor mill at this camp worked and he hadn’t wanted anyone to catch a glimpse of it over his shoulder. Before he could decide, Riley spoke up.
What’s that?
He looked at what she was talking about, not truly understanding until she walked over and held up a metal rod with a pointy end. A poker stick?
Huh. Interesting. He remembered not so long ago, before they started removing the poker sticks, and how he as a camper had swiftly put an end to that by singeing the cabin he’d been staying in…
Marquis interrupted his thoughts by telling him to close his eyes.“Wow, you say that like you don’t trust me or something.”
But he complied and turned around as Marquis hid the poker. Instead of closing his eyes, he examined the folder, opening it up a little more bravely than he had before. As he flipped through the pages, he mostly saw black sharpie marks and torn papers from “Healing Horizons,” “Crescent Moon Rehab,” and more rehabilitation centers in the surrounding area, as well as an envelope addressed to Paige that was empty. And on the bottom was a note that said, Stop her or you’ll pay the price.
Rowan’s heart sunk and he bit his lip, trying to put together a puzzle he only had a couple of pieces to. What did this mean? Should he trust them with this? Well, why wouldn’t he… Riley was his best friend after all.
With Marquis’ permission, he turned back to them and sat on the bed, presenting the folder for them to see.“You guys… what does this mean?”
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Zarina nodded as the young man spoke, actively listening to what he was saying. She was genuinely interested – she would interview every person she met and write an article on them if she could. Everyone had a story to tell and if nobody else wanted to hear it, she genuinely did.
That’s why she was interested in journalism. She wanted to tell stories about interesting people and most importantly, get to meet them herself. Stories were a big deal in her family growing up and everyone’s stories captivated her to the point that she started writing them down even when she was young. She would someday probably write a book compiling all of them if things went according to plan.
Zarina had four siblings and countless cousins, and this made it easier for her to fade into the background. To not have her own adventures or stories to tell – she was in the middle of all of them and it was easier to be quiet than compete for attention. Being out on her own now was like a breath of fresh air, but it was terrifying. She could be anything she wanted, but her anxiety was clawing at her to stay in her comfort zone.
“Oh, I’m from India! Kolkata, specifically. I’m here to go to school – well, actually I’m here a little early, I’m going next semester. I used to go to camp at home, so I thought it’d be a cool job to have for the summer. You know, see what differences and similarities there are.”
Zarina stopped talking, realizing that she was rambling, and looked around at the slowly emptying amphitheater and stood up to stretch her back.“I don’t mean to be a bother, you’re just the first person I’ve really met… If you aren’t terribly busy, do you want to show me around?”She’d seen around the camp a bit, but she wanted to see it from the perspective of someone who’d worked here, and not just Jonathan Evergreen’s rudimentary showing of the lodge. Maybe she could get some details about the regular goings-on of camp… or perhaps even the Evergreen sisters.
As she was thinking, her hair tie dropped from her hands and fell down a couple of the stairs of the amphitheater. Embarrassed, she chased after it and found it underneath one of the seats. As she leaned down to pick it up, she noticed something under the back of the chair in the row in front and she picked it up. It was as big as the seat was deep and made of smooth wood, intricately carved. Huh, she wondered. Did this belong to a camper?
It was impressive, really, how intricate the carvings were, seemingly abstract but their placement made sense, all surrounding a hole in the center.“Hey, look,”she said as she stood up and held the totem up in front of her to show it to the boy she’d been talking to, looking at him through the hole as she brought it towards her face. Her intention was to be silly and ask if he’d ever seen it, maybe he knew what camper it belonged to.
But she didn’t manage to get her sentence out because as she brought it to her eye, suddenly she was no longer in the amphitheater, and nobody was in front of her. She wasn’t even holding the totem. She wasn’t anything but the scene in front of her. All she could see in front of her was the outside of a nondescript cabin. As she her eyes trailed over the rough wood and up to the glass pane of the window, she noticed that there was a crack between the window and it’s sill – it was open, something seemed to be lodged in there, but as she squinted to get a closer look, the image had dissipated as quickly as it had formed.
As Zarina got a hold of her bearings again, she blinked hard and looked around at her surroundings. She was looking back at the boy, through the totem now, and she pulled it away from her face to examine it, turning it over in her hands before putting it back up to her eye. This time, there was no cabin, no window. Just the blonde boy standing in front of her. What the hell?
He hadn’t seemed any different, like he hadn’t seen her get transported away and back or anything, so as she slowly walked up the stairs to rejoin him, she debated on saying something to him. Not wanting to be the strange foreign girl who showed up to camp and started acting weird, she tried to shake off the vision and smiled up uncertainly at him.
“So… what about that tour?”
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