Camp Conneticut

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If our account was to do and SFS hour, somebody had to be logged into the account.
But who?
The question wracked my brain the whole walk home. Who could it be? I figured the account was forgotten about when I moved to Detroit. No more "Mmeack". No more Camp Conneticut, no more-
Uh-oh. Another flashback.
"These damn misquitos!! I hate this place." Alissa complained as the six of us sat in canoes, rowing through the lake at Camp Conneticut, the best sleep away camp in the state. It was yearly tradition that we came and stayed in the same cabin.
"Maddie. STOP ROCKING THE BOAT!!!" Cassie shrieked. I just laughed.
"Ugh. This life jacket makes me look bad. How's my hair?" Emma whined.
"Shut up!" Alissa and I said in unison.
"Can you believe that Damian almost killed Stephan? Oh my god!" Maddy exclaimed, shaking her head.
"I know right?!" Kyren yelled.
"Could you guys talk about something other than TVD for once?!" Alissa glared at them.
"No." Maddy simply replied, sticking her tongue out.
"Oh, grow up!" Cassie chuckled.
"I don't grow up, I glo up. And when I look at you, I throw up!" Kyren mocked Maddy and giggled.
"That's not how it goes." Maddy said.
"That's definitely not how it goes." Emma laughed.
Suddenly, something in the distance caught my eye.
"Look!" I said, pointing. "An island!"
"We shouldn't be going there." Alissa shook her head and stopped rowing.
Cassie agreed. "Alissa's right. We've never gone this far before."
"Oh, what's the harm?" Kyren said, rowing faster.
"Yeah, we're just having a little fun." Maddy joined in.
Emma and I nodded.
"All in favour of going to the island, say 'I'." Emma announced.
Four 'I's came from the group.
"That settles it. We're going." I began to row.
As soon as w-

I was interrupted by my phone ringing.
It was my mom.
"Hello?" I asked.
"Young lady, I just got off the phone with Ainsley's dad. You said you didn't want to go to their house?"
"Yeah. I don't feel that good. Plus, Ainsley always talks thought the whole thing when we watch PLL-"
"Maddie, let me make this clear for you. You don't get a choice." Mom sighed. "The spare key is under the doormat, let's not have this happen again, okay?"
"Ok." I agreed.
"One more thing. What is PLL?"
"A show. I'll explain later." I said, and hung up.

As soon as I got home, I pulled out my phone and looked up the account. Nothing. Maybe there's a spelling error, I thought. So I tried again, and a message popped up on the screen:
The account: @ mmeack._.memories does not exist.

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