Hey guys, so I'm back...from the dead. Look, I completely understand if you guys hate me or if lost my readers totally. I don't even know if people are still coming back for this and i'm so sorry.

Just, life got in the way. College is hard, I work during the week too and whatever free time I have I either study or sleep. But now with summer being here, I can manage to get back in the game. What I'm posting is proof that I'm actually writing and also a way for me to know whether people are still interested or not.

Please, review and call me out even but I really hope I didn't lose you guys. This story has so much more to say.

In case of positive feedback, I'll be posting the complete chapter. Thanks and enjoy!


"You really never realize how many kids go to your camp until you have to do their dishes after dinner." K grumbled and rolled her eyes as she finally stepped out into the cool air of the night.

She ran her hand through her hair and gripped her locks tightly for a second too long as a wave of pain banged against her skull from the inside. It hadn't been a necessity for her to clean up after dinner per se, but she had wanted some alone time and admittedly, there was something in her mind that had been trying to push itself to the forefront but she just couldn't bring herself to think about it. Her solution was in that case, keep herself busy.

But now what?

The dishes were done, the mess hall was spotless, at least for the duration of the night because as soon as sun rose, that place was going to be the furthest thing from being clean. The rest of the campers and staff had long since gone to bed and her own was practically calling her name from across the bonfire area.

But as physically exhausted as she was, her head was still pounding and her mind was racing and there was absolutely no way she was going to be able to sleep right now.

The fresh night air had cleared her thoughts up a bit but it hadn't been soothing enough. Instead, it seemed to give the wrong thought the opportunity to push itself forward.

She didn't want to deal with it. She wanted nothing to do with the matter because fuck, she was sure that she shouldn't be concerned in the first place.

So why was she getting so worked up about it? Why has she been in a shitty mood for the majority of the night? Why was she even caring about what he thought?

Why?

Why had he been on her mind so insistently that she swore she mentally throttled him at one point? This was absolutely ridiculous to say the least.


And there you have it! Super short, I know but enough to be a sneak peek. Hope to hear from you guys!

Until next time (pretty soon),

-Alex