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Notes: Everything shall be explained later on in the story. There are still a few more chapters, hope you like this story. Oh, and the unexpected!
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Chapter Three
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"I just want to thank you guys again. I think you saved my life," Nathan gratefully said to the boys who had rescued him from his tormentors.
Vin and Chris looked at Nathan; he had dark chocolate eyes, a dark brown tan and wore dark brown pants with a pale blue top.
In the distance they could hear the camp's bell ringing.
"Well, we better be going before we're late and get into trouble," Nathan said.
Chris and Vin nodded.
Nathan began to walk and Chris followed; however, something felt wrong.
Chris stopped.
"Are you coming?" he asked as he turned around.
Nathan stopped and turned around to see Chris's suddenly confused expression. He looked around - all he saw there was the little path and the little plot where he had nearly died.
"What's wrong, Chris?" Nathan asked in confusion.
"Vin," he spoke as he started to look around.
Suddenly it made sense - Vin had just disappeared. Nathan turned and walked back; he and Chris quickly searched, but they couldn't find Vin anywhere.
"That is spooky," Nathan said as he shivered.
Chris nodded in agreement. The thing that bothered him was that nothing moved - even the leaves in the trees were still. It was too quiet and it wasn't natural.
"Chris, we have to head back to the camp; maybe he took a short cut?" Nathan offered.
Chris didn't say anything, but he started to walk up the path that led back to camp.
Nathan had one last glance around the area. He felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up and he shivered again, before he ran to catch up to Chris. Nathan didn't know why, but he felt safer with Chris near him.
They walked along the remainder of the path in silence, neither of them wanting to make a sound. Both could feel that something was not right - it was too quiet. There were no noises - no wind, no crickets, no bugs, nothing.
As they walked, they could hear children's voices in the distance; "At least we know we're on the right path," Nathan joked.
Chris remained silent; his thoughts were still on the mysterious Vin Tanner. He didn't know why, but something about Vin made him feel normal - and he hadn't felt like that since before the accident that claimed the lives of his older sister, Sarah, and his little brother, Adam.
They saw the clearing up ahead and felt slightly relieved that they were nearly there.
As they reached the camp, they noticed that everyone was standing in the centre of the camp, with a few adults standing on a wooden ramp, which was near the main wooden house.
Chris and Nathan quickly made their way to the crowd, hoping not to be caught.
When they got there, Chris saw a familiar face. "Buck," Chris called out to the boy who was standing in front of him.
Buck Wilmington turned to see his childhood friend. "Chris Larabee, how are you?" Buck asked with a smile.
"Fine, Buck. This is Nathan Jackson. Nathan, this is Buck Wilmington." Chris made the introductions.
"Pleased to meet ya," Buck greeted as he shook hands with Nathan.
"Same here," Nathan said.
All conversations stopped when they heard a whistle being blown. Everyone's attention went to the adults.
"Good Afternoon everyone, I'm Orrin Travis, the owner of this camp. I have a few rules for you all. At night, there will be an alarm that will go off at six and everyone must be at their own camps then. Following the alarm, there will be an inspection. Afterwards you are to remain in your camp until morning, when another alarm will go off. There will be activities set up for you during the daytime and you will also have some time to yourselves. Now, Mrs Wells is going to sort you out into groups," Travis explained.
Chris watched as Travis spoke. The man, who was in his early forties, wore brown pants with a pale green top, which was covered with a dark green jersey.
Chris turned to the older woman. She wore a blue skirt with a white frilly top. She was in her forties too and had slightly greying hair tied up in a bun.
He smiled when he saw her. Nettie worked with his mom, and sometimes she would come home and have supper with them.
"All right, Children. When I call your names, I want you to head in the direction I tell you. You will wait at your camps until I come. Right, Group One: Jessica Evans, Allison Collins, Michelle Phillips, Samantha Taylor, Janet Fraiser and Elizabeth Webster," Nettie read out.
Chris smiled when he saw Buck's eyes stare at the six girls who were just leaving.
"Man! I wanted to be in that group!" Buck moaned.
Chris just shook his head.
Buck and Chris were childhood friends. They grew up together and both went to the same nursery, same junior school, and soon, same high school. It did help that both mothers worked together, so the boys were like brothers.
Chris watched as another group left.
"I wonder if we will be in the same group?" Buck asked Chris.
"Don't know," Chris answered.
"Group Seven: Nathan Jackson, JD Dunne, Ezra Standish, Josiah Sanchez, Buck Wilmington and Chris Larabee," Nettie called out.
"Looks like we're stuck together," Buck joked.
"Yep, I just wonder who the others are." Nathan spoke.
Buck and Chris looked at Nathan, then back at each other.
"Don't know, I just hope that they aren't geeks," Buck joked.
"Let's find out," Chris suggested.
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To be continued...