Day three, 6:20 a.m.
After the first minute of the bells ringing, I know something is wrong. I jump out of bed and start to wake the boys."Come on! Get up! Get up!"
Thankfully they actually listen to me. I have all of them up and dressed in eight minutes.
"Okay, we're going down to the activity centre. Stay with me and don't runoff. We have to stay together. Got it?"
They all nod.
"Okay. Let's go."
As we make our way down the hill, I'm not sure I want to know what had happened or was going to happen, to cause such chaos.
Inside the centre is loud and stuffy. Kids are yelling, and some are screaming. Cabin leaders are desperately trying to calm their kids while trying to find out what was going on. I see Steven and make my way over.
"Do you have any idea...?" I don't finish my sentence. There's no reason to. He already knows what I was going to say.
"They're not being very clear. I've heard everything from Earthquake to Aliens invading."
"Great."
Somewhere nearby I hear Blight yell: "Hey! Lane! What the bloody hell is going on?!"
I glance in his direction, but I'm too far away to hear the response. I grab one of my boy's hands and begin to push my way towards Lane. Someone runs right into me and I stumble to the side.
"Jac! Are they really saying it's an earthquake?!" Ali says, out of breath.
"That's what I'm trying to find out."
She glances around. "Girls, where's Swazi?"
"I'll look for her!" One of her girls says before running out the door.
"Greta!" Ali moves a few steps forward, but it's too late to catch her.
I glance across the room and see Swazi staring glassy-eyed at the roof. I can feel Gale crying behind me. It really did feel like the world was ending. Swazi turns her gaze on me. She's mouthing something.
Then the world tips violently to the side. My boys stumble into each other. I turn around just in time to see a chunk of the roof break off and crush Fox.
My heart stops beating, and the world speeds up and slows down at the same time. I push Gale away from me and look up and see the roof coming to meet me next. I can feel last night's dinner rising in my stomach. But then something rams into me from the side, and I have three seconds to stare at Swazi helplessly before we're engulfed in stone and darkness.
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Teen FictionWhen Jac Evans signed up to cabin lead for camp Tarshis, he expected an easy fun summer job, not a mentally and emotionally draining trip down a dark, spirling path with a strange girl accompanied by natural disasters, secrets that won't stay buried...