Kaela

I didn’t think I liked my fellow kids. Children were stupid, and crazy, and didn’t know when someone needed peace and quiet.

It seemed that packing up was more exhausting than the camp itself.

The kids yelled everywhere. A girl cried about a lost shoe. Someone else yelled about another dropping their snacks into the lake.

Mr. Rick looked one inconvenience away from a mental breakdown.

I was alone in my tent, stuffing my belongings aggressively into my bag, ...