By the time I had gotten back to camp, it was morning and I could hear people scrambling around in the front yard. As I neared the fence, I noticed it was still open from the time I had left it last night. Everyone was inside doing their own buissiness, while I was out in the freaking woods all night. The crowd of false laughs and morning makeup cloud could only have been Cassie and the populars by the table, while some guys took over the waffle-maker. They were all laughing and talking and doing absoulutley everything I hadn't been doing for the last few hours. Judging by this, I could guess how many fucks were given about last night and me dissapearing- yup, you guessed it- one. Mine.
After realizing this fact, I was mainly angry at myself. This was supposed to be an amazing party, not a bunch of cliqués and mindless pranks. I just wish I could fit in. I just wanted to go home. I just wanted... Something. I wanted to be something, not nothing, not like the girls who treated me as the little sister that got brought along because of an old friendship. I needed someone who understanded me.
I needed... Zach.
And there was only one way I knew I could find him. I was going to have to go back in the woods.
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The Mystery Boy
Mystery / Thriller"It all happened so fast. One second, I'm in the group sitting around Cassie's bonfire. The next... Well, I'm not even quite sure yet. All I know is that it's dark. Too dark to see a thing. His warm arms are around my waist. And he's kissing me. An...
