Our teacher, Mrs. Harper, is reading out the names of the boys who will gonna share a tent. After a while, my name gets called out Aaron Vaughn. And... My eyes widen. I scoff. They've got to be kidding me... My eyes dart to you. You're staring at me with the same exact shocked and annoyed expression. The class around us is whispering and giggling. They are certain this next week is gonna be very entertaining for them.
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