MILLICENT
By the time the last log in the fire turned to glowing ash, the chill in the air had crept under my skin. The professors stood near the center, calling us all closer like we weren’t already half asleep and half pissed from the cold soup and the mosquito orchestra playing in our ears.
Professor Edden cleared his throat and waved a hand for silence. "Enough chatter. It’s lights out. Get to your tents, put out your fires, and be up by six sharp. We hike at dawn. No stragglers or excuses."
Groans. So many groans. Even Sandra didn’t try to suck up this time. She turned on her heel, already done with the day, her voice trailing after her with some complaint about the mud or the soup or the existence of poor people.
I followed behind my group, feeling like a character in a bad horr
