The morning began like any other calm, bright, and filled with the faint hum of camp life. Leah woke up to the scent of fresh air streaming in through the window. The sun stretched its golden hands across her bunk, and for the first time in a long while, she felt at peace. She tied her hair in a neat bun, humming softly as she arranged her bed. Her diary rested innocently on her desk, its soft brown leather cover still slightly worn from her fingers.
Across the camp, in a different quarter, Ann lounged lazily on her bed. Her phone glowed under her smirk. She had finally done it.
The photos she’d taken weeks ago pages from Leah’s private diary had just been sent into the camp’s official chat group from an anonymous account. Within seconds, reactions flooded in.
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