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Friendships



 
 
 
 
 
Welcome to Sunday Blog Share. Week two of October finds us delving into yet more paranormal stories with one about friendship and how long those bonds can last. Just because men and women are friends doesn’t necessarily mean there has to be a romantic relationship. That’s the case in this story, when Mia and Jax are bound together to solve a mystery—of how she disappeared and where she is.
 
 



 
 
Every year, Mia and Jax head on over to Camp Watchee Watchee for quality time away from their parents. Neither of these teens really likes being dumped in a summer camp in the mountains but the despise hanging around with their parents even more.  When she doesn’t show up one day, he is left to figure out where she is and what happened to her.
 
 
 
Sixteen-year-old Mia remembers hearing a loud noise just before she reached her summer camp. It is her last living memory.
 
A year later, she haunts the place, vowing not to be lost forever. Her boyfriend, Jax, promises to find her, regardless of the bewildering obstacles put in his way. He just doesn’t know why no one wants her found. No one… except him.
 
 
 
Summer is the worst experience of all of my sixteen years. What can I say about the time, except that I’m not in school, my parents don’t bother hiding their hatred for each other, and I have to go to camp. In fact, that’s where I’m headed now. Good old Camp WatcheeWatchee—or as my friends and I refer to it, Camp Do Nothing, Know Nothing, Experience Boredom.
 
“Slow down, Charles.” Even an order sounds like a whine coming out Mom’s mouth.
 
 
 
 
She’s been like that for months now, always whining, always complaining, always demanding a better vacation spot, one where she doesn’t have to put up with surly teens.
 
I’m not surly. Far from it, but my parents don’t get that. They never get anything their pop psychologist doesn’t approve both verbally or in writing. 
 
 
 
 

 

 
Born and raised in Southern California’s Los Angeles basin, K.C. Sprayberry spent years traveling the United States and Europe while in the Air Force before settling in northwest Georgia. A new empty nester with her husband of more than twenty years, she spends her days figuring out new ways to torment her characters and coming up with innovative tales from the South and beyond.
 
She’s a multi-genre author who comes up with ideas from the strangest sources. Those who know her best will tell you that nothing is safe or sacred when she is observing real life. In fact, she considers any situation she witnesses as fair game when plotting a new story.

 


 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

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