TSFS: The Return Of Xavier

Campsite Becker

Hazel

The Masquerade Striders arrived at the campsite at around 8:30 am. It was still morning, and the sun was up and beaming down on us excitingly. Except the day was exciting. Rather scary and nerve wracking more for the reason that we only arrived at this campsite to get away from Xavier.

But what's a life without some spice...

We hopped off the buses one by one. Everyone was either half awake or not awake at all. I glanced at the parents who were carrying their children off the buses themselves, bags under their eyes themselves. I don't blame them.

I had tried to force myself to stay awake, as I couldn't wake up like a mess. I had to help Crystal and Luna out, because it was the least I could do.

The campsite was pretty well together. Not a single piece of trash sitting around, or broken equipment. But it was a campsite. Old designed cabins lying around, with clear glass windows, and a fire pit printed in the middle. There was also a lot of space sitting around where we could put up tents.

A lake was not too far off in the distance, the one Crystal told us about. It looked pretty clean. Clean to swim in, if we had the time.

Everything looked pretty well together for the most part. It looked like it could sub as our home for right now. We just had to settle in.

So settle we did.

Crystal had calmed everyone down, gathering them around the fire pit and told them whose cabin was whose. Usually it was the same order as it was back at the HQ, but these cabins were pretty medium ish, fitting only five people per cabin. There was enough though.

"Woah. It looks so good here for a campsite that's been around for ages." Madeline laughs, looking around eagerly. Crystal grins at the compliment, thanking her. "I agree. My family tree did do a good job keeping it in good shape, I must say."

Everyone continued to look around, searching each cabin corner and tree that stood tall and green in the woods that surrounded us. We had work to do, and sitting around doing nothing wasn't going to help us.

"So which cabin are we staying in?" Maya asks, curiously. Crystal's eyes widen as she had completely forgotten about us. "Shit," she mutters. Crystal and Luna flipped through the pages of the cabin arrangements, trying to find an empty space for us.

"There's one nearest to the lake. It might not work the best like the others but it'll do." she says softly. She looked upset, like she let us down. But we all stared back at her with our bags in our hands, ready to get unpacked.

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We walked to the cabin labeled, "G-13"

Opening the old door, white dusty spider webs breathed in the corners of the cabin. The old paint chipped off of the wood board that the cabin was constructed by. The floor as well was not in the best shape. Dirt covered most of it. Almost buffed into the thick wood. Clumps of it stuck to the crevices of the tile wood.

Some parts of the dirty floor was covered by old carpet that you'd find at an old antique store that was owned by an old woman.

It wasn't a sight to see, but we had to make due with it.

There is the tiniest bathroom ever. The privacy only being hidden by a curtain that was probably seen through, and also a tiny TV stand, with no TV on it. Instead it was replaced with a stack of books that were also patterned with dust, dust, and dust.

The beds were stocked up by the long wall. The pillow smelled like an old grandma's house, and the sheets were thinner than a ritz cracker. The mattress wasn't even mattress quality. Instead it seemed to be made out of cotton balls, but the cheap kind you'd get at the 99 cent store.

Madeline's mouth seemed to drop as she dropped her luggage on the ground. "Looks like an expired retirement home." She says looking around. It seemed like no one heard her except Dorothy and I. Dorothy narrowed her eyes at her. "How can a retirement home, "expire"?" Madeline tilts her head at her. They both seemed disgusted by each other, even though they talked their heads off the whole way here.

"It's a figure of speech. Thank you very much." Madeline fake smiles at her. Dorothy just scoffs and looks away.

Soon Delilah, Maya, Ashley, and Kira come in. "How the hell are we all going to fit in this small ass cabin?" Delilah cusses out. "DELILAH!" Ashley grits under her breath. She turns to her frantically, like someone just died.

"What?" I studied both of them. They seemed to just stare at each other. Fighting with one another with their eyes. They're that type of people.

"I'm sure we'll figure something out." Maya says, trying to look on the bright side of things, though William quickly degrades that idea by wiping his finger on the wall, only for a pile of dust to clump onto his index finger carelessly. Kira cringed with her face, looking absolutely disgusted.

I sigh.

"Guys be thankful that we even got to have a cabin." I remind them, glaring at all of them that seemed to be looking at the cabin that we were standing in. The one that everyone looked at like the cabin had killed their loved one. Not that it wasn't possible...

"Hazel's right. We could've gotten stuck sleeping in one of those ratchy tents. With no heater may I add." Ashley chimes in.

William's eyes perk up, walking over to the heater that was cloaked in dust. He blew the load full off, with his mouth, messing around with a few buttons to make the magic warmth machine work. The heater only made a hell screeching noise that plunged our ears for cover. We all groaned in discomfort.

"MAKE IT STOP!" Maya screamed over the satan noise.

William slapped the thing, annoyed. The heater finally shut up, letting our ears die down, leaving an unsettling buzzing noise in our ears.

We all stared at William. Our faces blank, disappointed. He shrugged, looking back and forth at the heater before saying, "heater's broken."