I finished loading the car with blank, orange T-shirts. I recounted each shirt to make sure I had enough of each size.

Next I took inventory of the Plastic plates. 200 packs. Probably enough to last this summer, I thought.

I shoved the supplies in the trunk of the jeep and reread the letter from camp that arrived yesterday.

Larry,

For the brats this summer we need:

11 sm orange shirts

20 m orange shirts

21 l orange shirts

1 xL orange shirts

200 packs of plates. the cheap kind.

Come up tomorrow or today or whenever.

I sighed. Everyone just llllloooovvvvveeedddd Mr. D's way of communicating. Like he didn't care. I hopped up into the drivers seat, slipped on my sunglasses and turned the key in my ignition. As I pulled out of the drive, I switched the radio untill I found something decent to listen to.

I should probably clear something up before I say my age. My foster parent is TRAVIS STOLL. Just saying. He left me alone with the house after taking me in a few months ago, to go to camp for like training or whatever. He kinda had to explain to me why it was so important to go to camp, so I knew about the mythology junk. But I was cool with it. It was practically like having my own place. I could drive along the road in Travis's old jeep and have a party, which I would do if I had any friends beside Lena. Lena was Travis and Katie's daughter, who was my age and incredibly bossy, obnoxious, and she didn't shut up. But she was the only person who could qualify as a friend, besides Jacob.

Jacob was the power instructor at camp. He, along with the rest of the instructors, had gone to camp at some point and had been lucky enough to live. He wasn't THAT old, I mean, he was 26 and totally cool. Except for the fact that he always wore a hood and hid his face from everyone. Whatever, you know?

Okay, so now onto my age. I was 12.

And, umm, for the record, my name is Lukas, not Larry.

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I drove into the sunset, my engine roaring and my red-gold curls blowing in the wind. This was the best part of my life; the times when i didn't have to care about anything.

At least untill the girl stepped right into the road.

Sure, I was pissed, but I didn't realize at the moment that the trembling redheaded girl would pull me into a web of truth, lies, and murder.

If anyone wants to know or care, this is a republished copy of an old story of mine that I deleted cuz I had like one reader. :( That reader rox, but still.

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