𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐏 𝐂𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐇 - camp cretaceous

01| Kenji and Kiara

"Kenji, give me back all my stuff-I need it!" I exclaimed at my brother, Kenji, as he charged around the main lounge, swinging my bag above his head.

"Kenji, I said give it back. Give it here right now!" I repeated, glaring as I rushed towards him, trying to reach my bag. He laughed, holding it away from arm's reach. "Kenji!" I crossed my arms, sending him an irritated frown while he let out another chuckle.

"Alright, fine. Catch," Kenji said, throwing my bag across the room.

"Sometimes I wonder if you know just how annoying you can be," I muttered, retrieving my bag. I unzipped it and peered inside. All of my supplies had been neatly ordered, but now? An hour of my time's wasted. Thanks, Kenji.

As I zipped my bag up, I heard footsteps and turned to see our father walking toward us. He had a deep scowl on his face. Please don't let that be because of us...

"I am on an important call with one of my employees and need to hear every word he says. Stop making noise and stay in your rooms...In silence," he said, covering his phone with his hand.

"Sorry, Dad," Kenji and I said guiltily.

"We are leaving tomorrow at 10 am. Have your bags packed and ready by then so we aren't late." Kenji and I nodded understandingly, and our father returned to his study.

"I'm going to go fix the mess you made of my things," I said.

"Alright, I'll pack later or something," he replied.

We parted ways, heading to our bedrooms to do our things. Unzipping the bag, I glanced at the disaster with a sigh and took out everything. Next, I refolded my pyjamas, skort, shorts, tank tops and hoodie; I checked I had all the sanitary supplies needed; I added my shoes and swimwear and put down my new mini first-aid set.

Although it looked like I had everything I needed, something was missing. I walked to my desk and opened one of the drawers to take out Claire's invitation. Opening the letter, I scanned the list of necessary supplies. I sighed-I still needed sunscreen, a flashlight, a pocket knife, and rope.

I know I have some sunscreen in my bathroom, and I could've sworn I had a pocket knife somewhere in my room, but I don't have any rope or a flashlight. Perhaps Kenji had some?

I rummaged for my pocket knife, retrieved my spray-on sunscreen from the bathroom, and put it inside my bag. Then, after they were neatly put to the side, I made my way to Kenji's room and knocked on his door thrice rhythmically.

"Come in." I pushed open the door and rolled my eyes as the sight of his pigsty-of-a-room came into view.

"Do you need help with something?" Kenji asked, rotating his chair to face me.

"Yeah. Do you have a spare flashlight and rope that I can borrow for camp?"

"Why would we need them for camp? I thought it was meant to be in some fancy lodge," Kenji said with a frown, clearly feeling cheated.

"I don't know. Maybe we'll do rock climbing; it could be fun. I think they opened up a new park on the mountainside last month," I replied. He nodded with a look that said, 'That makes sense.'

"Anyway, you do have spares, don't you?"

"Yeah, one second." Kenji stood up and walked over to his shelf, pulling open the storage boxes and peering inside before his eyes sparkled, and he returned.

"Here you go," he said, handing over a white flashlight and a shroud-laid rope.

"Thanks! And it would be best if you packed your bag soon, or we'll be late tomorrow," I added, walking to the door. Once he agreed, I opened the door and returned to my room, storing the last two items in my bag.