Winter In Camp Sunshine Part 1
The bus ride so far had been eerily quiet, and they were almost there. The last sign on the side of the road said they were only forty miles away, and that was some time ago. Sunshine was even more suspicious because the bus was nearly overflowing with sixteen-year-olds. But she supposed they’d just been too nervous to do anything other than stare at their phones. That would change as soon as they got there though, when their phones were taken from them and locked away for the entire week. The senior camp counselor cringed at the thought of trying to pry their social media from their fingers and asking them to socialize. She’d left out scary details like that when she pitched her plan and got funding for her little experiment. “It would be …