❝ WHY DON'T WE TRY AND MAKE
THIS SUMMER AS UNAWKWARD &
LEAST MISERABLE AS POSSIBLE? ❞
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༊*·˚ 🏕 𝐬𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬
in which billie slater seriously
hates her assigned cabin mate
and will do anything in order
to...
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🏕 🖇₊˚ˑ༄ؘ─── 𝒔𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒔 𝒂𝒄𝒕 𝒐𝒏𝒆. nick goode, fear street
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CHAPTER SIXTEEN ❛ carrie and critters ❜
"SHE'S 5'3, NOT A GIANT."
"Don't question it, Billie, just go get some more, will you?" Ziggy pleaded, her arm grasped onto a wooden dowl that was lodged in a blood-red, paint and water concoction, "Please?"
Billie grunted in frustration, but gave in to the redhead's wishes, and dashed out the cabin door, to retrieve more red paint from the Art Cabin.
She could hear the distant cries of excitement from the Colour War festivities not too far away and she didn't feel one ounce of envy. The sun had set and grey hues had showered the camp, by the time she reached the Art Cabin and stepped inside. It was eerily empty just like it was on her first paint-round. Billie wasn't used to being in any of the recreational cabins after dark.
