Now guess what? None of us could go outside this morning because we forgot to feed the chickens and they were now waiting to attack us every time we took a step out the door. We were prisoners for, like, an hour. Until that girl my age whose parents own the camp came by with some food.
That girl’s name is Nora by the way. She still doesn’t like me. Or anyone. She was really snotty about the fact that we barely had anything to eat and hadn’t figured out how the pump worked.