Camp Wacko: The Drones of Summer by Faith Wilkins Read Free Book Online Page A

Wackerson himself. Do we have an understanding?”
    Casey nodded. “Yes, sir.” Before turning to go, he stared down at me with cold dark eyes, “I wouldn’t advise another stunt like this, Miss Mason. We’ll be watching you.”
    Releasing my arm, he turned around and left, his movements almost robotic. I watched him go with a slight sense of wonder.

An Old Friend
    WHEN I ENTERED my room for the second time, I plopped down on the bed with a sigh. My plans had been foiled yet again. Just what had the guy meant by “we’ll be watching you”? Had he gotten that from some sort of horror film? Talk about creepy. I guessed this confirmed my suspicions about the hidden cameras.
    Glancing over at my backpack, I debated whether to start unpacking or not. Deciding to procrastinate for a while, I hopped up from the bed and opened the closet doors instead.
    My eyes widened. Clothing in every color and style filled the closets. Mal and Asialie would have squealed with delight if they saw this. Since I had nothing else to do, I decided to go ahead and try some on. New clothes never hurt anyone as far as I knew. I would have to find what I could wear to hide the wire anyway. I made a point out of changing in the bathroom.
    The wide selection in tops ran in a range of frilly blouses to plain white T-shirts. Blue jeans, miniskirts, and leggings galore filled the majority of the walk-in closet. There were even a few ball gowns tucked away in the back. Accessories lined the oversized shelves. I tried on hats, bracelets, and necklaces. There seemed to be a different cute handbag for every outfit. I posed in front of the fancy mirror that hung in front of the closet. This was like having my very own department store. I have to say, it was the closest I came to enjoying myself since I arrived.
    After a while I realized how childish I was being, playing dress-up while I could have been doing something to get myself out of this situation. I stared at my reflection in the mirror, realizing that the girl gazing back at me had absolutely no idea what she was doing. As I turned away, I noticed a sleek black laptop sitting on the nightstand next to the bed.
    Immediately I ran to it, hoping that maybe it could give me some kind of clue as to what Dr. Wacko really had planned around here. The idea of emailing a friend just to let them know I was OK creeped into my thoughts as I turned the computer on, waiting in agitated silence as it booted. I was sure this would be “against protocol,” according to Agent Cooper. However, I really didn’t care at the moment. I hadn’t even been able to say goodbye to anyone before I left. Not even my best friend Malerie, or Chase.
    My heart sank. The computer wasn’t letting me go to my email. In fact, it wasn’t letting me go to any website. Frantic now, I typed in every website address I could think of.
    Anything that could possibly have helped me communicate with the outside world was blocked. The only websites that weren’t blocked were nonsensical game sites and the school directory. The directory painted the school as any other private boarding school with the “best education in the country” and an “outstanding teaching staff.” Pictures of smiling children headed the home page. I slammed the laptop shut in frustration. If only I was some kind of computer nerd, I thought. Then maybe I could have found a way to beat the system.
    Trying my best to suck it up, I left my seat at the computer to go look out the window. I had a pleasant view of the campus. The grassy hills gave me the strong urge to run and keep on running until I found home. If only Creepy Anderson hadn’t caught me. I let out a tired sigh. Part of me could not believe that I had let this happen to me again. However, the other part of me had known what was coming all along. I had just wanted to pretend that I was safe.
    There was a knock on the door. I opened it warily, expecting another tightlipped man in a suit come to dictate