Dear diary

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A few hours later I woke up to rustling so I got up and looked around and saw Kim sleeping on the other side of the tent.

I got up and peeked our the screened window. Squirrels. Ugh I hate squirrels.

I sighed and climbed back into bed. I checked my phone and realized it was only nine thirty.

We didn't have to go to bed for another two and a half hours. I got up and grabbed some Chex mix out of my bag. As I shoved it in my mouth I wrote in my diary.

Sunday, July 21st, 2019. Dear diary, well I'm camping. I got paired up with Kim which was the worst luck ever. He's sleeping right now so thankfully I get some quiet time. I'm excited for the activities tomorrow but annoyed that me and Kim have to stay together AT ALL TIMES!!!!! Like who the heck planned this?! But I won't let it ruin my trip. Besides it's just Kim what's the worst that could happen?

I pondered that question for a minute and locked my diary and put it back.

Little did Alix know what could go wrong was the least of her worries. She should be worrying about how things can go well.

But never in the way Alix would expect. Or Kim. Neither of them were prepared for the week ahead.

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