Chapter 8.2

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We gathered around the warmth of the bonfire listening to Toby on his guitar, Sklar on the tabla and Rayna on her tambourine. Some were playing catch with laser tags, some were huddled in dimly lit tents narrating ghost stories. And some like Lydia and Imkong were playing a kosher version of strip-poker, or so they said.

Æsh was sitting around the bonfire feeding it chips of wood when Syrah appeared from behind. She took a wide step between Yinka and Æsh, shuffling her backside, she wedged herself in. With no option but to release her seat, Yinka stood up not knowing what to do.

I waved to her and she joined me and my friends on the opposite side of the bonfire.

"It's time to stop feeding the fire, once this flame dwindles we have to return to our tents," said Mr. Soli. "You're not allowed to roam the jungle. There are wild animals lurking. You don't need reminding about the boy who was torn to shreds by a bison last year."

"Tourist!" yelled Olaf.

"We should get an extension as seniors!" said Fali. "It's the same deadline as last year."

"We can't negotiate nightfall; nocturnal creatures will be out hunting. I want all of you inside your tents in thirty minutes. This is for your safety."

Exaggerated groans rose up with the crackling fire, the loudest belonging to Neel. But I didn't mind, I was an early riser and preferred an early night. 

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