Chapter SeventeenSleepaway Camp - Part III
The rustling around the room is unavoidable. Bunkmates rifling through duffle bags and suitcases searching for toiletries and whatnot, in a mad rush to get to the showers before the hot water runs out. But I don’t care. I will my eyes to remain shut for a few minutes longer so I can revel in my memories of what happened the night before. Brett, and his most recent ambush, has my mind occupied like I never thought possible. His scent lingers, the thought of it washing away makes the cold shower even less appealing.
But, on second thought, maybe that’s just what I need. A cool blast of water to bring back the sensible Rachael, the one who makes heavily calculated decisions and avoids taking risks. It’s been barely three days since I’ve arrived at
