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Day 21

I decided to write more for my Day 17 prompt...

After what felt like hours of walking, we finally arrived at camp in the thick of the night. The welcome portion of the day had clearly been over, just leaving some stray cups of punch on a table and a welcome banner that was holding onto a tree by a thread. All the lights had been turned off, just leaving a flicker coming from an ornate cabin to the right of the banner. I was comprehensive to knock, but my mother went over and banged on the door. “Hello? We’re here for drop-off!” she yelled, trying to combat the sound of loud bugs buzzing around us.

All of a sudden, I heard a creak and then saw the door swing open, revealing a well-dressed old man.

“What do you want?” he asked grumpily.

“Hello sir, my name is Deborah and this is my son Levi. We’re here for drop-off, but I can see that we’re a bit late,” she said while offering a handshake to the old man.

“Well you’re more than late,” he said, “it’ll be a hassle to get your son situated, but I guess it must be done.”

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