Chapter 1.
I pushed open the door to the cabin gasping for air, to find out that none of my friends where there yet. I was late, as usual, because I'm such a procrastinator and didn't start packing till earlier this morning.
I looked around the cabin and noticed it hadn't changed a bit over the last year. There were four beds, each in a corner. Next to the beds was a dresser which never held any clothes because were all too lazy to actually fold up our clothes and put them in the dresser. On the floor there were four fuzzy rugs each a different color. I looked up and saw the cabinets, all for holding food, the refrigerator, and the microwave. There also was a tiny bathroom.
I was at Roadside Camp in Baja, California. Only, it wasn't a camp anymore. Back when I was seven I started coming to this camp. I always knew they had problems with trying to get enough money to support this camp, and every year the prices went up. It started getting so expensive to go to this camp that basically everyone stopped coming, and eventually, it closed down. The year after it closed down I decided to come back here and rent one of the cabins, which used to belong to the camp, and go camping for the whole summer. So, me and my best friend, Alicia Rivera, set out for the camp. The only cabin that was not already bought was free and anyone could use it. But, two other girls from the camp were already using it. We decided that we would stay in it with them for the summer. That's how we started coming here every single summer.
I, Massie Block, lived the farthest away, in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. I'm the lazy one, the one who always wants to just sit in the cabin and read all day long, not doing much of anything. I hate sports; actually, I hate exercise in general, but never seem to get fat. I blame it on my high metabolism. I have boring brown hair, and amber eyes, I pride myself in being the prettiest girl in the cabin.
Then there is Alicia Rivera. Her jet black hair lies just past her elbows, and her brown eyes are huge. She lives in Cincinnati, Ohio. She loves partying and always finds us tons of them to go to on the beach, which is just down the huge hill that our cabin is perched on. She is super rich, and practically brings her whole house with her, not to mention, she has amazing clothes.
Dylan Marvil is next. Her fiery red hair always gets the attraction of people down here; she is from Atlanta, Georgia. She is obsessed with food, and is in charge of bringing it for the whole summer, even though there are shops all over the place; she insists that her food is better. I thoroughly agree. Also, her mom is Merri-Lee Marvil, the host of the Daily Grind, which is probably the most-watched show in all of America.
The last of our four pack is Kristen Gregory. She has dirty blonde hair, and pretty hazel eyes. She the sporty chick and is always running down the beach and swimming and stuff. She does have the most amazing body, though. She is from Miami, Florida.
The door banged open and in came Dylan Marvil, "I'm sorry I'm late, my mom couldn't drive me till after her show and…"
She just had noticed me, "You're the only one here?"
"Yep, so far it's just me in you," I replied.
"Oh, yay! I thought I would be the last one, why is everyone so late?" Dylan flopped onto her bed and dug into one of her many suitcases.
"I don't know, traffic?" I rolled my eyes, how was I supposed to know?
"Don't be silly," she giggled, "Planes can't get stuck in traffic!"
"They could have drove," I pointed out.
"Tr..." Dylan started but got interrupted by the door opening again.
"Alicia!" I screeched and jumped off of my bed to give her a hug.
"Oh, very nice, you give her a hug and not me," Dylan pouted.
"Come here," I said opening my arms up wide. "I'll give you a huge bear hug."
She giggled a pulled me into a sideways hug. As Dylan and Alicia hugged I pulled my sheets out of my suitcase and began the make my bed.
"Where is Kristen?" Alicia helped me pull the sheet over my bed.
"Not here." I replied.
"Well, duh. I meant did she call any of you?" Alicia rolled her eyes.
"Oh, well, no she didn't." Dylan jumped in.
I began to unpack my clothes.
"Do you think, like, her plane crashed?" Alicia's eyes got huge.
"Don't say that!" Dylan screeched.
"Her plane didn't crash, she just missed her plane." I said putting my phone away.
"How do you know?" Dylan whipped her head towards me.
"She just texted me." I waved my phone.
"So, she texted you and not me? How rude." Alicia put her hands on her hips.
"Well, I guess she likes me better." I snickered.
"When is she going to be here?" Dylan asked.
"A few minutes." Alicia said waving her phone.
"See, she did text you." I giggled.
"Yep."
"A few minutes?" I thought she missed her flight.
"She did, but she said there was another flight that left right after." Alicia said.
"Oh," Dylan nodded.
The three of us began cleaning the cabin, since the last time anyone was in here was last summer, which was almost 10 months ago.
After an hour Dylan spoke up, "I thought Kristen was supposed to be coming in a few minutes. It's been an hour."
I frowned, "Maybe she missed her other flight?"
"Nope, she was driving here when she called me." Alicia said, "I'll text her."
As Alicia started furiously typing in her phone, Dylan and I sat on her bed griping each others arms. What if Kristen got hurt?
Alicia phone vibrated and she practically dove on it.
"Oh my god…" her voice trailed off as she stared in disbelief at the phone.
