Keith Farquhar

Raj Chaklashiya

English

Day 1: Deary diary, This year we’re down south on a series of small islands for summer camp. I think the school admins felt bad about what happened last time, so we’re getting the premium! At sunset we walked across the sandbar from one island to the next. I made a move on Layla

Day 2: Dear Diary, Layla and I hooked up yesterday on the first day of our summer camp on the small islands and we hung out on the beach of Sand Island today. However, the weirdest thing happened while we were on the sand--it transformed into quicksand, we fell straight in!

Day 12: I woke up in a meadow this morning. Larry at my side. The last week a mysterious gap in our memories. My hands and face are bruised. I don’t know where I am. I found a note in my pocket, it said: “know not where you are, but who you are. Live life.” And we will.

Summer Camp Mysteries: Part II

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