❝𝐖𝐞'𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐞𝐞❞

Omnia causa fiunt

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ㅤThere might be a reason we let the failure define us, or just a fear of how we will be perceived by the others in the moment we fall. Despite this, we should always learn from our mistakes. Why? Because, like someone once said, "Only the rock bottom will teach you lessons the mountain tops never will". Or so I've heard.

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ㅤThe other day's late afternoon, an individual competition was organised by the host of the camp and the winner would win a grand prize: a professional photography camera so they can capture every good moment of their future adventures.

ㅤIn these circumstances, the course to win this prize was very simple at sight, yet more difficult that most would think. Cooking!

ㅤEveryone would write on a piece of paper a dish and each of them will be extracted by the participants. So, they will have to cook the dish, even if they know how to do it or not in maximum 2 hours. For everything to be fair, each of them will be given a small recipe book. Now, if the recipe for their dish will be there or not, that will be based on their own luck. The one with most points will be the winner of tonight.

ㅤThis was the explanation given by the host, even though most of the teens were revolted when they heard the "luck" part, finding it simply unfair. The truth was, all the recipes were in the book, hidden well, in order to see if their attention is sharp, or if they will be able to handle the stress and do it all alone.

ㅤDuring the cooking contest, Mackenzie's only thoughts are directed towards the loss he would have to bear if he doesn't get this right. The wish of succeeding wasn't only to prove himself, but there was an urge he had and must satisfy by winning. You might wonder, but what dish does he have to make? Pavlova. For the boy, this was a relief due to the dish's popularity in both Australia and New Zeeland, which were fighting for the ownership of the food. While he thought this will go easy for him, the moment he started made his motivation drop instantly below the sea level. He never tried making it before, he never even watched his mum make it just to have the smallest idea on how to do it.

ㅤ–Hey, Bluey. I hope Mackenzie will win today. Rusty spoke suddenly while he was mixing the ingredients in a bowl. His table was close to the girl's, so it was easy for them to talk to each other.

ㅤ–I am happy no matter who wins. responded the girl with a smile on her face, looking then at Jean Luc who was on her other side and was blessed with a french dish, just like he hoped.

ㅤ–No, Bluey, you don't get it. said the reddish boy, shaking his head and interrupting his task in order to look at the Heeler. His expression was more serious now than before as he completed his thoughts. Mackenzie is moving back to New Zeeland after the summer camp is over.

ㅤThe boy's words made the teen girl freeze for a second, her eyes traveling to Mackenzie that was stressing over his own dish while Coco was constantly complaining and running around by his side. Bluey then looked at Rusty, her voice slightly louder now, making a few people turn their heads towards her.

ㅤ–Don't make fun of me, Rusty! That is not true, he would had told me.

ㅤRusty was caught off guard by her reaction to the reveal of the Collie's departure after the camp, so he stays silent for a few moments. He then shakes his head in defeat, a more saddened expression showing up on the boy's face now.

ㅤHer mind was now racing with thoughts, all about the one she spent her whole childhood with. She grew up with him, she can't imagine him not being around anymore. She shakes her head as if to get rid of all her worries, talking quietly under her breath, to herself only.