Nancy and Johnathon stood up and left shouting their brothers names. No reply. They continued but heard an unexpected reply in return.
"Why are you looking for your brothers?"
They turned around to see the warden standing there.
"I own this camp and I could kick you out at any moment. Why are you looking for your brothers?" She repeated, the anger creeping into her voice.
Johnathon looked at Nancy for an answer but she'd already got one.
"Hide and seek." She said.
The warden nodded and walked away, loosing the energy to argue anymore. But as she did a wind picked up, blowing Johnathon's photos out of his half open bag. They flew past the warden and she stared at the photos she caught. Turning around swiftly she marched over to them and held the photos to their faces.
"What are these?!"
"Photos." Johnathon replied.
"Photos? Photography is prohibited in my camp!"
With that she held them to Johnathon's face and ripped them in to pieces. This felt familiar. Nancy immediately knelt on the floor and picked up the pieces while Johnathon just started at the warden, absorbing her cold, dark look.
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Jancy; one photo, a million words
FanfictionSummer camp, Indiana, 1985 Johnathon, Nancy, mike, will, eleven and wait, where's Dustin? All will be explained, after you read about the really cute jancy moments.
