Part One
"Rochelle, are you sure you don't need me to pick you up?" my mom asks as she leans out the car window. I stand in front of my new school, Laguna Creek. It towers above, coating me in shadows. I nervously clutch the strap of my backpack, and, with my other hand, cling to the safety of the car door. "I'll be fine, mom," I say, and release my grip on the car. "See you at 3!" My mom waves as her old, beat-up black Suburban coasts down the school driveway and disappears from sight. I sigh, and walk up to my new school. I'm not alone- many other students are walking in too, but I doubt that they're new. Laguna Creek isn't the type of school that's constantly receiving new students. I reach the doors, store my things in my locker, and …show more content…
"Here!" I hear a small girl in the front row say. I look down and see that my hand is pale and shaking. I take a deep breath, and try to calm myself. It was Morgan James, I tell myself. Not Morgan Perry. I flash back to last summer, when I first met Morgan. It was an extraordinarily hot day as I stepped from my mom's car and entered the world of Camp Wood. A world I always yearned to escape to. It was my fifth summer there, and I had had a friend named Leigh, but she moved away. I got my cabin number from an attendant and rolled my camo suitcase to cabin eight. But it was when I was leaving my cabin for dinner that I met Morgan. I was walking to the cafeteria when I ran into a girl wearing a denim jacket and toting a blue, zippered bag. I can still remember her exact words. "Hey," she said. "I'm Morgan Perry, and I'm looking for cabin 8? I'm a late arrival." I smiled at her. "I'm Rochelle Myers," I said. "So you're in cabin 8, too?" We talked as I showed her our cabin. I came to know Morgan Perry, a girl with a younger brother and a goldfish, a girl who desperately wanted to be an architect, a girl who had held a live rattlesnake. A girl with big dreams and hopes for the future. We were instant friends. And from that moment on, I was never lonely at Camp …show more content…
After today, all we'll be talking about is the past." A girl with a ponytail and glasses raises her hand "Yes?" says Mr. W. "Well, can I start the discussion?" the girl asks confidently. "I have one current event I want to talk about in particular." "Go ahead," Mr. W says, leaning back in his chair. The girl wastes no time in starting. "Well, one very recent event is the disappearance of that girl Morgan Perry at the end of summer. She disappeared from the summer camp she was at, and no one has seen her since. I just wanted to know what you guys think about this." The girl adjusts her glasses. All of the sudden, my stomach lurches into my throat, and I feel like I'm going to be sick. "I think the girl's dead," pipes a boy. "Maybe murdered." My head spins. I raise my hand and ask to go get a drink of water. "Go ahead," Mr. W says, and I get out of that classroom as fast as I can. I almost sprint to the water fountain, where I lean against the wall and wipe my eyes on my sleeve. Morgan did go missing. But there is more to the case than they know. I take a moment to regain my breath, then step boldly back into the classroom.
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"Rochelle, are you sure you don't need me to pick you up?" my mom asks as she leans out the car window. I stand in front of my new school, Laguna Creek. It towers above, coating me in shadows. I nervously clutch the strap of my backpack, and, with my other hand, cling to the safety of the car door. "I'll be fine, mom," I say, and release my grip on the car. "See you at 3!" My mom waves as her old, beat-up black Suburban coasts down the school driveway and disappears from sight. I sigh, and walk up to my new school. I'm not alone- many other students are walking in too, but I doubt that they're new. Laguna Creek isn't the type of school that's constantly receiving new students. I reach the doors, store my things in my locker, and …show more content…
"Here!" I hear a small girl in the front row say. I look down and see that my hand is pale and shaking. I take a deep breath, and try to calm myself. It was Morgan James, I tell myself. Not Morgan Perry. I flash back to last summer, when I first met Morgan. It was an extraordinarily hot day as I stepped from my mom's car and entered the world of Camp Wood. A world I always yearned to escape to. It was my fifth summer there, and I had had a friend named Leigh, but she moved away. I got my cabin number from an attendant and rolled my camo suitcase to cabin eight. But it was when I was leaving my cabin for dinner that I met Morgan. I was walking to the cafeteria when I ran into a girl wearing a denim jacket and toting a blue, zippered bag. I can still remember her exact words. "Hey," she said. "I'm Morgan Perry, and I'm looking for cabin 8? I'm a late arrival." I smiled at her. "I'm Rochelle Myers," I said. "So you're in cabin 8, too?" We talked as I showed her our cabin. I came to know Morgan Perry, a girl with a younger brother and a goldfish, a girl who desperately wanted to be an architect, a girl who had held a live rattlesnake. A girl with big dreams and hopes for the future. We were instant friends. And from that moment on, I was never lonely at Camp …show more content…
After today, all we'll be talking about is the past." A girl with a ponytail and glasses raises her hand "Yes?" says Mr. W. "Well, can I start the discussion?" the girl asks confidently. "I have one current event I want to talk about in particular." "Go ahead," Mr. W says, leaning back in his chair. The girl wastes no time in starting. "Well, one very recent event is the disappearance of that girl Morgan Perry at the end of summer. She disappeared from the summer camp she was at, and no one has seen her since. I just wanted to know what you guys think about this." The girl adjusts her glasses. All of the sudden, my stomach lurches into my throat, and I feel like I'm going to be sick. "I think the girl's dead," pipes a boy. "Maybe murdered." My head spins. I raise my hand and ask to go get a drink of water. "Go ahead," Mr. W says, and I get out of that classroom as fast as I can. I almost sprint to the water fountain, where I lean against the wall and wipe my eyes on my sleeve. Morgan did go missing. But there is more to the case than they know. I take a moment to regain my breath, then step boldly back into the classroom.
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