campfires | short story

"Spring break is supposed to be fun right?" I ask, looking at Ruth. "How the hell did we get here?" Kenny edges in."I don't know Ken." Marcus whispers. His usual all knowing facade fading, just like the night."Where do we go from here?" Kenny persists. "You said we'd be fine," he spits out."And know look where we are. Tell us how in the hell, did we get here Marcus?!" Kenny fires coldly. "I don't know, Kenny!" Marcus yells. Silence fills the campfire, the only thing that can be heard is, the flames dancing wickedly on the wood.