Our Time Is Here Camp Rock Novels & Stories

, I drew a heavy cross. Twelve days left.

Callie appeared with tissues, and I laughed shakily while trying to clean up. "How are you feeling?" Braham asked, cupping my face. "Like I can finally breathe," I admitted. "For the first time in twenty-one years." His smile was soft, but then I caught him glancing at his watch. My stomach dropped. "What time is it?" "3:07," he said reluctantly. The pack gathering started at 4:00 PM. And it was more than a two-hour drive to pack territory. "Oh god, Braham, you need to go. You need to leave right now."

With that, I returned to my seat and brought my laptop up to the podium. A flash of unwilling frustration crossed Maisie's face, while the other two roommates clearly relaxed. One of them suggested, "Maisie, you should present instead—just in case Naomi messes something else up." Maisie snorted before reluctantly stepping back up to the podium. She connected the laptop to the projector, casting the screen onto the wall. Then her eyes flickered. Sharp-eyed, she spotted a folder on my desktop labeled, 'Sexy Photos—Do Not Open.'

My presence was just proof of the Rogers family's benevolence, a sign that they wouldn't cast out their own long-lost blood. The remaining 28 days felt like an eternity, but finally, the day of my departure arrived. The armored vehicle from the confidential medical program was already on its way to pick me up. That night, the rain was torrential. When I was just about to going downstairs, Vivi, who was just coming in. She was dressed in a black training uniform, still holding spent shell casings from her practice. Bryan and Fred were gathered around her. "Your stance is perfect," Bryan said, his voice uncharacteristically gentle. "Tomorrow, I'll have Marco teach you some advanced techniques.

“Dad wouldn’t react like that if it was nothing” “Stop fishing Madison” She shrugged, picking up her book as she headed inside. ________________________________________________________________ TO: Emails4Luca@Ravenwood.com FROM: RavensWarriorCamp@Ravenwood.com SUBJECT: Training _______________________________________________________________ Hereby we remind you of your return for training at the warrior camp on the 3rd of November. It is most suitable that you shall arrive at 15h00 where training will start immediately. You are to attend the Northern Training Camp in subject to protect the newer territories. Busses shall do pickup from 5h00. A schedule is attached for pickup as well as if yo

Derick replied. “Our camp begins on Thursday until Sunday,” Mr. Jacob continued. “A list of what you’ll need will be sent to your group chat. You’re all to be here by 7 a.m. Any late coming won’t be tolerated, and there’s no excuse for absence. Am I understood?” “Yes, sir,” the class roared. “Good. School is dismissed. You may all go home.” Derick immediately took Stacey’s hand, tugging gently. “Let’s get you home,” he said with a grin.

Having no problem being smooshed up into him. “How long til we get to Midnight Moon?” I ask, and Gunner looks at me, questioningly. I scrunch my brows, “What?” Gunner smiles, “I mean about thirty minutes to get to where we’re going, but we’ve been in Midnight Moon. The camps apart of the pack.” I look out the window surprised, like there’ll be a big sign saying Midnight Moon, once we get out of the camp. Gunner watches me, “Did you think we were somewhere else?” I look over at him.

She dragged us toward the car with determination. … After a few hours of driving, our convoy arrived at the Bakers' house at around 8:00 pm. The car lights flashed at their entrance as all the men in our family gathered outside his house, forming a circle and waiting for my parents to speak. I stood at the entrance with my parents flanking me on either side. My siblings stood behind me, ready to back me up. Taking a deep breath, I shouted loudly, "Open the door! Didn't you tell me to get my ass back here, Gordon? Well, here I am! Open the door now!

I promise and kiss her cheek before unzipping the tent flap. I hope nobody finds it weird that Kehlani and I are affectionate towards each other. I mean, we never kiss kiss, but he give each other friendly love…I think…I’ve never really had any friends since I grew up so secluded in the mountains. It’s seven in the morning, I say to myself as I check my phone. There’s no signal, but at least I can check the time and play a few games that doesn’t require Wi-Fi. Corbin is already dressed outside of his tent, doing some push-ups in a grey muscle shirt with a hood and red basketball shorts.

With that, I turned and walked out of the sanctuary. My parents followed, worried, but I signaled for them to give me some space. Outside the sanctuary, I pulled out my phone and texted a number I had saved for a long time: "I’ve called off my engagement with Corbin.You once made me a promise. You said the Luna title of your pack was mine for the taking. Does that offer still stand?" The reply came almost instantly: "My promise is eternal." It was followed by a picture—a black private jet landing on the tarmac at Silver City International Airport.