I woke up to the sounds of hysterical crying pepper with my name.

The voice belonged to my best friend Leah.

Her slightly nasally wine and the way she hiccuped in between her sobs was impossible

to ignore.

Her olden my eyes.

There's no doubt in my mind that she was worked up over something small.

Perhaps her sleeping bag got wet or there was a spider in her tent.

Maybe her ponytail holder got caught in her hair.

I'd seen her freak out of her breakage to her perfectly upcat mane before.

There's no doubt our friendship had a deep love that would last forever, but sometimes

sometimes she drove me absolutely crazy.

Why in the world had it said to go camping with her high maintenance self and your simmity

for a week nonetheless?

I didn't know.

Day!

I heard sob again before screaming my nickname a bit louder.

Day!

Something wasn't right.

I heard heavy car tires slowly rolling over popping gravel and the undeniable sound of

gear being packed away.

My phone was dead.

The oversized body had slipped off the cable connecting it to my cheap solar charger.

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