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a whisper in the wind

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Old 10-03-2013, 02:21 AM

It was early afternoon in Farefield, though no one could ever tell the difference. It was a typical gloomy and overcast day. The leaves were browning and beginning to fall from the trees already, not that they were ever very green to begin with. A light breeze picked up and Becca's long soft hair flitted around her face. She reached up and tucked it behind an ear while she fumbled with the office door key to Bloodlake Camp.

Although it was October and the camp was closed, someone had to upkeep it. And while there were a few people hired to keep the canoes afloat and the water running, Becca was hired to make sure all those things got done, and that the bills got paid. She was lucky enough to work on her own time, and she was officially off work.

Finally the stupid lock on the decrepit cabin-like office door locked. It was silly that they even locked it. It wasn't like a toddler couldn't manage to get inside. But, she'd been told that some of the town's younger generation liked to mull about the place in the off season. No one seemed to mind. Even the cabins were left unlocked. But the office had important documents that didn't need messed with.

She dropped the keys in her over-the-shoulder bag that her best friend had given her last month on her birthday, and hopped off the two short wooden stairs into the dirt with a smile. She took in the sight of the lake, and her smile faded. Right. I'm in Farefield now. The place wasn't so bad. It was quite beautiful, and sometimes enchanting. But overall, creepy. Really really, creepy.

Becca headed through the camp, sticking to the dirt path that would lead her through the woods and to her car. She wore a pair of brown laceup boots with fleece-topped socks sticking out above them. She wore a jean skirt and a red plaid fleece button up shirt, fitted to her form and rolled up at the sleeves. It accentuated her brown-blonde hair and sapphire eyes, which is why she wore it.

Sticks and leafs crunched under her boots as she followed the path through the camp towards her car. The camp wasn't far from town at all. It just felt far because of the mass of woods that engulfed everything. In fact, she was pretty sure she could hear some of the fair rides and music, if she listened closely.

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