Part nine — The Woods Don’t Feel Like Stories

Some mornings it smells like chalk and paper and something dusty that makes my nose itch. Other mornings it smells like perfume and lunch and the floor cleaner the janitor uses that always reminds me of lemons. Today it smelled like rain, even though the sky was clear, like the walls remembered something the weather had forgotten.Mama dropped me off early because she had a meeting. She kissed my cheek twice, told me to behave, told me she loved me, told me not to forget my lunch. I watched her car disappear down the road before I turned toward the building. I don’t know why, but I felt like something was waiting for me inside. Not bad. Just… different.I found Isabella in class before I even sat down.She was already there, like always, sitting straight with her hands folded on her desk, her hair falling neatly down her back like she had brushed it a hundred times. She left the seat beside her empty. For me. That small thing still made my chest feel warm every time.“You’re early,” s

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Part Ten — The Bus Smelled Like Goodbye

The bus was already there when Mama and I arrived.Big. Yellow. Loud.It looked too excited for how early it was, engine rumbling like it couldn’t wait to leave us behind. Kids were everywhere, dragging bags that looked heavier than they were, parents bending down to give last-minute warnings, teachers holding clipboards like shields.Mama parked slowly, like she wasn’t ready to let the moment happen.“There it is,” she said, even though I could see it.I nodded and adjusted my backpack on my shoulders. It felt heavier than usual, not because of what was inside, but because of what it meant. Three days. No Mama calling my name from the kitchen. No Papa’s late-night voice on the phone. Just me, a bus, the woods, and a lot of people pretending not to be nervous.Mama turned to me. She fixed my collar, smoothed my hair, then stopped herself like she realized she was doing too much.“You have everything?” she asked.“Yes, Mama.”“Socks?”“Yes.”“Your—”“Yes,” I said again, smiling a littl

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Part Eleven — Two by Two

The teachers didn’t waste time.The moment everyone was off the bus and standing around with bags at their feet, trying to act like they weren’t overwhelmed by the trees and the quiet and the fact that there were no buildings anywhere, one of them clapped her hands loud enough to make a few birds scatter.“Okay, listen up,” she said. “We’re setting up camp. You’ll be working in pairs.”Groans. Cheers. Nervous laughter.She kept talking, explaining how everything would work. We were shown how to open the tents, how to slide the poles through without bending them, how to hammer the pegs into the ground at an angle so the wind wouldn’t knock everything over. She demonstrated slowly, like she expected us to mess it up anyway.I tried to pay attention. I really did. But my eyes kept drifting.Isabella stood a few feet away, her backpack on the ground, listening closely, her brow pulled together in that serious way she had when she was concentrating. Roxie was beside her tall, brown hair pu

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Part Twelve — After Everyone Sleeps

I wake up because the night feels different.Not louder. Not quieter. Just… awake.For a second, I don’t know where I am. The tent ceiling hovers inches above my face, dark and unfamiliar. The air smells like smoke and grass and something damp. Then it all comes back—the bus, the tents, the fire.Jules is asleep beside me, turned toward the tent wall, breathing slow and even. He talks in his sleep sometimes, but tonight he’s quiet.I stare up at the canvas, listening.The woods don’t sleep like the city does. There’s no full silence. Something is always moving. Leaves brushing. A branch snapping somewhere far off. Insects humming like tiny machines. It should be scary.It isn’t.I roll onto my side, careful not to wake Jules, and check my phone under the blanket. No signal, obviously. But the time glows back at me anyway.12:17 a.m.I don’t know why I do it, but I open my messages.Isabella’s name is there, sitting calmly like it belongs. Like it’s always belonged.I type slowly.Are

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Part nine — The Woods Don’t Feel Like Stories

Part Ten — The Bus Smelled Like Goodbye

Part Eleven — Two by Two

Part Twelve — After Everyone Sleeps