Day 1
Iris
The harsh clang of the bell woke me up. It wasn't a gentle or melodic ring; it was a rude, insistent noise that scraped against my skull and shattered the remnants of my dreams.
I swatted at the empty air as if I could silence the awful sound, but it kept ringing and intensifying my headache. Finally, it stopped. But my dear sleep was gone, chased away by the damned bell and the start of another day at this camp.
After stretching and shaking off the last traces of sleep, I sat up in bed. The girls were awake, and my heart skipped as I threw back the covers, ran my fingers through my hair, and tied it back into a ponytail with a scrunchie.
Our first activity for the day began ten minutes ago. Above my bed, Natalia was snoring away like a disgruntled mole. A sliver of her mid
