run {fear street trilogy}

part fifteen

I had to hurry to the arts and crafts center.

All the kids were sitting in the room waiting some being rowdy, but others just sitting there waiting for me to arrive.

"I am so sorry guys, there was a mishap and I had to be there," I said trying to set the buckets down in a good area.

I put out the paint brushes for the campers to grab freely. We were making signs for color war and maybe some face art.

When I was younger I used to draw. I don't mean to brag, but I was pretty good at it. I stopped because life got in the way and I grew up.

that sense of imagination just went away.

One of the campers came up to me.
I knew her, she was very good at archery.

"hey grace what do you need," I asked while trying to organize all of the supplies.

She said, "I think I cut my hand on some glass."

shit the other counselor forgot to clean up the stain glass the were doing earlier. I felt terrible that I didn't check before.

"let me give you a pass and you can go visit nurse lane, she will fix you right up," I spoke while giving her a reassuring smile.

Blood was dripping from her hand and on to the hard wood floor. I gave her something to stop the bleeding temporarily before she reached my mom.

I had to keep monitoring the other campers.
Jeremy was painting a flag for shadyside.

"that looks great jeremy," I said impressed.
He looked up at me while fixing his glasses and smiled, "thank you, are you going to be helping us during color war tonight."

I replied, "of course! I have to be there to help you guys win."

I continued, "tommy will be telling you guys the plan later on for the games."
He nodded at me and then kept tracing the letters with blue.

Everything was normal.

I had painted a couple campers faces and kept the brushes out and clean.

The class was about over when grace came in with a bandage on her hand. I felt happy because she finally had her cut taken care of.
I went up to her and asked, "are you feeling any better, that cut was pretty deep."

She spoke, "yes, I am sad though."

"why," I questioned.

"because nurse lane wasn't in her office. I had to go somewhere else. She always gives me candy," grace said while shrugging.

She walked away leaving me confused.

My mom was probably just going out to get something or maybe she had an emergency with another camper.

The classes had ended and I yelled, "class is over campers but if you could be so kind to put your brushes in the sink and hang your works up to dry."

Most of the campers followed my instructions and carefully set there art in a safe place. I was about to say thank you to the campers for listening to me.

although, I was cut off by loud sirens and flashing lights entering the camp.

All the campers peeked their heads up and some of them opened the doors to go outside to see what was going on.

"hey wait! it could be dangerous," I hollered while chasing after some of the campers.

They were just standing there watching.

Jeremy said, "miss. lane? Isn't that your mom?"

I paused while looking at them bringing someone on a stretcher. It was a woman with brown hair and she was unconscious.

he was right

it was my mom.

"oh my god," I said under my breath.

I ran past some of the campers and towards the ambulance. I was shouting, "mom? mom! is she okay?"
I was right next to the doors as they loaded her into the vehicle. They wouldn't let me that close.

My chest was pounding and I was afraid.

"mom," I screeched once more before they shut the doors.

Everyone was looking at me.

whispering.