Chasing Fallen

Chapter 38

The Sacking massacre was over.

At least for now.

The atmosphere of the whole camp was gloomy. No one was happy because pretty much everyone had a friend that was Sacked. Our group had the most people that were sent home unsurprisingly.

Brady, Pointdexter and I managed to survive the massacre in the end.

Let us take this moment to pay respect to Shaggy. At least, Scooby Doo will get his best friend back for the rest of the summer. If Scooby was a cat called Loveliness that is.

Brady was also down because Brayson was Sacked unfortunately so he spent the rest of the day with me since I was apparently his only other friend here.

I thanked Preston and Easy profusely for heading over to the director to help us out. If it wasn't for them, we'd have been sent home packing today.

Preston had been more than happy to bank on a favour from the both of us but Easy seemed wistful.

Speaking of the boy, he looked rather unhappy. He had been staring a picture for the past few minutes as he laid on his bed. I wanted to sneak a peak a couple of times but I didn't want to be rude.

We were both in our room doing absolutely nothing.

It was 4 o'clock and I decided to simply follow Newton's first law. I would remain at rest, until an external force kicked me off my arse. At this point that force would be the siren for supper. I scratched my stomach.

Most Saks had left to go home for the weekend but I didn't want to go for obvious reasons. Reasons that I will not mention and choose to continue to ignore.

"Cameron?"

I lifted up my head from my pillow to face Easy. He rarely used my first name so I was quite surprised.

"What?"

"Do you mind doing me a favour?" I frowned. The Easy McGuire needs help? Well that's new.

"Depends on what it is. If you finally froze someone to death with that glare of yours, that's on you my friend." I chuckled as I laid my head back down.

He looked uncertain. "I need you to drive me somewhere."

"Huh? Why?"

He really seemed like he'd have rather not have asked in the first place. "I, my epilepsy and I really need to be somewhere today. It is my mother's death anniversary and I'd like to visit her grave. I would have asked Preston but he went home today to welcome his parents back from their vacation."

I was taken aback. I was not expecting that.

At all.

"Sure, sure," I coughed out. "You didn't even need to ask." I grinned encouragingly.

"I-thank you." He nodded as he returned to what he'd been doing before.

•••

The cemetery was depressing.

The air was somber and heavy. And I'm pretty sure the last part was because of how humid it was here. It was a little after five so there weren't much families here anymore.

The crunch of dead leaves under our feet was the only sound between us as we trudged to the grave.

He didn't say anything as he finally stopped in front of an appropriately monumental grave stone. Her epitaph, being written in brass instead of marble, had escaped the wear and tear of time for over a decade.