Chapter 38

Millie's P.O.V.

I stared at the dead squirrel on my pillow and screamed. Not because I was terrified of it but because I laid down next to it. My face almost touched its disgusting body. How did it get here? I suddenly remembered the dead rat I gave Zack as a present by mistake when I was thirteen. Courtesy of Hayden Myers.

HAYDEN!

Of course, it was he who put it on my pillow. It had to be him. Who else would it be? Sick bastard.

Everyone looked inside my tent to see if I was okay. Zack and Alison poked their head in. I ran out of the tent to meet the rest of the family.

"Honey, are you alright?" Mr. Myers asked in a concerned tone.

That depends on his definition of alright.

"I am okay. I am sorry for screaming. There's a dead squirrel on my pillow," I said and pointed at it.

"Oh, how gross!" Mrs. Myers made a face.

"Oh no, Millie Mouse, are you okay?" Hayden poked his head in and asked, feigning concern.

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