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Chapter 2- Faye | The Residents of Lodge Number 19

Chapter 2: The Residents of Lodge Number 19

Not only was she running terribly late.

She was also terribly wet.

Faye Watson was trudging her way through the pathway leading to the camp that she signed up for as her parents and brother weren't home this summer, and she (according to her father) had to decide what she wanted to do with her life once they got back.

On her way to the camp, her suitcase wasn't budging. She knew she over-packed. She just didn't know she over-packed so much that the case wouldn't fit in her dads Corolla. So, adapting to her father's small excuse of a car, she got rid of all the things that she subcategorised in "Necessarily Unnecessary" and kneaded her case back into the trunk. Once she managed to get the car running, and headed to the direction of Lakeview, in a total of 15 minutes the Corolla started slowing down.

She parked the car and called the local garage, Faye was an incredibly timid girl and it took her a while to explain to the gentlemen on the phone where she was and what had happened. After the guy came, asked for her registration and license, he took her dad's car away.

At the time, The Camp was roughly about a 5 minute walk away from where she was standing.

So in her white top and skinny jeans, Faye Watson walked head-down through the streets of Lakeview with her suitcase in one hand and her small shreds of dignity in the other.

Then the sprinklers.

A minute away from camp, the footpath along the road decided it would switch on the sprinklers to water the bushes on the opposite side.

Faye sprinted with her bag to try and reach the pathway inside the camp grounds leading to sign ups. She reached there with a sigh. She noticed that the lady sitting on the opposite side of the sign up desk was not looking very impressed. She looked at the watch on her hand and then studied Faye tip to toe. After having a little shake of disapproval, Faye found herself fumbling out an apology. She blushed and looked down at the ground.

But she stopped midway to see that the lady was not the only person staring. A boy that looked around her age or older was standing closely across from her, he had messy dirty blonde hair, ripped jeans and a hockey jersey on that had the name "Banks" and the number 4 on the back of it.

Faye didn't look at him much because she couldn't stop herself from going a deep red. Her breathing picked up as she looked away.

She scolded herself for being awkward.

She whipped around when she heard the boy laugh softly. He stopped and just smiled at her, licking his lips he looked her up and down once again.

Her eyes immediately went down to her top. It was soaking wet and her cream bra could be seen beneath it. Her nipples were plumb and swollen from the cold, showing two small little nubs from her white t-shirt. Her crotch all the way to her shoes were drowning in light water. Her dark honey hair was matted to her face. She looked like a real mess.

Maybe that's why he's staring. He thinks I'm a freak. She thought

Her hands instantly went to hide her chest and she started fumbling about trying to get away from the guy.

She jumped when she heard the lady behind the sign up table clear her throat.

"Both of you are more than 30 minutes late! You better have good excuses. Ms? Whats your name?" the lady whom Faye saw was called Mrs. Kunetko.

"F-Faye Watson" She shivered and stuttered out her name smiling appreciatively to the lady.

"Right." The lady looked down at the sign up sheet and then back at the two of them. "All the cabins in the girls side of campus are full. There is only one cabin in the boys side of the camp, so I'm afraid that we cannot take you this year Ms.Watson"