Sleepaway Camp Angela Baker Novels & Stories

Angela’s POV “Angela, what’s with those eyes? Did you cry all night? Did something happen?” Kathleen asked as soon as she saw me inside the janitor’s closet. I just shook my head and smiled at her, “N-No, I don’t even know why, maybe because I slept so late last night…” She then nodded, “By the way, Angela. Mr. Baker asked me for a dinner tonight!” “R-Really? That’s great!” “Yeah, right. I swear, I’m gonna wear my best dress tonight!”

It would have made everything so much easier, but since I wasn’t even supposed to be privy to that information, I couldn’t very well share it with him. Angela was the first to ease his fears by explaining that she was actually a member of a worldwide secret group that was dedicated to ridding the world of zombies. She was one of their trained soldiers and had battled many a zombie in her day; as had Evan. She looked at me apologetically as she explained the necessity to hide behind the façade of being a traveling social worker and an author to allow them the freedom they needed to move around and disappear for days at a time while they hunted and took down the zombies.

Ryder left as soon as we got back, and I climbed into bed to pretend I'd been in it. I appeared in the dining room at noon after sleeping as if I had been hit on the back of the head. Beckam was there, my sister too, both of them chatting as they waited for my arrival and fell silent when I sat down. "Finally, you wake up. Did you sleep late?” Beckam asked and I ignored him. I was still angry about what he had done to me. I guess so. We went out for a walk around the ranch, I showed Angela the property. She has been fascinated, right?

Fiona added firmly. Angela reluctantly gave in. Her tightly wound nerves finally began to loosen. After drinking a glass of water Fiona brought for her, she soon drifted into a deep sleep. Her sleep felt endless. When Angela finally woke up, over ten hours had passed. Strangely, she felt completely refreshed and didn't have any lingering discomfort from sleeping too long. Instead, she was full of energy, feeling as if she could take on anything. Raquel called to inform her, "Ms. Graham, the representatives from Bamford Co. are here."

Stacy replied with a smile. "So… let's check for a boy." Kelly said and continued searching. "Ryan or Khalid…." "Khalid!" Stacy yelled. "I love it." Angela said, and they continued eating. They were done, Angela and Kelly cleared the plates. "Stacy, Jerome. We have some sad news." Angela said. "Sad news? Why? What's that?" Stacy asked. Angela and Kelly looked at each other. "Angela is leaving for Australia tomorrow." Kelly announced.

Angela lazily got up, stretched her long body, and then darted off back home. The following morning, Alinta received a message from Helen: “Hey, sweets! It feels like I haven’t seen you in ages! My best friend’s birthday is coming up, and I need to know what’s going on! Tea at CafeNine let's say at 11? Pleeeeaaassse!" Alinta laughed at her friend being so dramatic. "You know we could ask her to join us on our adventure," Angela hummed excitedly. "I don't think it's a good idea. What if something happens to her?" Alinta asked worriedly.

*** The Second Day The temperature was too low the following morning. Angela exited her room, putting on her heavy sweatshirt. She shivered even more after taking a bath earlier. She walked into the living room, which was empty, but the coffee maker in the open kitchen was spreading the stomach-craving aroma of strong coffee. The phone rang, as she was about to grab a cup. Mrs. Gale came in and said, "Please answer the phone, Angela. It could be Leonardo's doctor calling. "

She was sure that wasn't the only nonsense she poured out last night. "Anyways, your 'bestie' called you last night," Lucifer notified. Angela gasped. She had to pick Bethany from the Airport this afternoon! Bethay was leaving Dubai to stay with her for a few days. Bethany wanted to enjoy some quality time with Angela for her upcoming Birthday. And most of all. Adrain would be coming along as well. Angela looked around for a clock and the swinging pendulum clock on the wall announced it's 8 am. "What did she say?" Inquired Angela, panicking all of a sudden.

Bache gritted his teeth, turned his head and pointed at Bache, "I won't be quick to talk to you, and help me bring a word to Harry. If you want to save that woman, let him come and apologize!" Charles thumped, woman, which woman? Stacy just returned to Bolenton City, something went wrong? "Woman, which woman?" Bache snorted coldly, "You and Harry are so close, don't you know?" I felt that Charles was pretending to be confused with him. Too lazy to waste with him, turned and left, Charles strode forward and grabbed him, "You make it clear, what woman?" Bache shook off Charles's hand and said angrily, "Is there any other woman, isn't it the woman named Angela I caught from Campbell City."

I straightened as Angela stepped onto the patio, apron dusted with flour like she’d been baking something rich and dangerous. “There you are,” she said, smiling. “I figured you’d be hiding out here.” “Is it hiding if I’m literally in plain sight?” I asked. Angela didn’t answer. Just handed me a small plate with a warm cookie on it. “Eat.” I took it without question. She lingered, her gaze sweeping the horizon like she was scanning for something. Then, casually, she said, “You might want to freshen up. The fireworks will start soon.”