MILLICENT
"Campers you'll have the morning off so tally along and have fun." thank the Goddess.
After everything, I needed a break from Sandra’s voice, Fiona’s pity-eyes, Zayne’s whiplash moods, and whatever it was Xander thought he was doing with his stormy glares, nice gestures and disappearing acts.
So I wandered. Past the camp kitchens, past the mess tent still littered with burnt toast and half-dried plates, past the circle of logs they made us sit on like we were in some teenage cult for discipline.
I just walked, no direction, no destination. The air smelled like pine needles and dirt, and the breeze tugged on my hoodie like it had secrets to tell.
I found the river by accident.
Or maybe it found me. The current was lazy and the water wss clear, the kind that sparkled in book
