For this one, you must lure a fellow counselor into a private place.
SPORTS SHED (any gender, mid teens through early twenties)
There's no place else. No place where I can go cry. No privacy. If I go to the camp office, the boss might hear me. If I go to the cabins, some campers might be passing by. If I stay here, the kitchen kids are going to come along in a minute.
And I need to... to cry... and I can't do it in front of the campers, I CAN'T. That would be disaster, you know it. Everyone is so on-edge, anyway. All the weird shit that's been happening. The thing is, the campers don't know the half of it. What I saw last night after lights-out... I just can't get it our of my head. I just need to release, to...
So, it's stupid... the sports shed. But there's no other place. And I don't have the combo. I don't even know if I could operate the thing, my hands are shaking so bad. Could you come out there with me? Just unlock the thing and- AND if you're up for it, just let me tell you... tell SOMEONE what's been going on in my head. Or outside it.
Copyright 2016 by Matt Haynes.
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