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

more orders. To my relief, it was only Casey. Seeing her up close, I realized that she was younger than I had assumed. She couldn’t have been any older than seventeen or eighteen. Balanced on her right hand was a plate of food. In her left was a glass of juice.
    “Thought you might be hungry after all that sneaking around,” she explained, handing me the stuff with a teasing grin.
    Casey placed herself on a cushioned chair across from the bed. While I ate, she chattered about the school and her job. Casey was in charge of greeting new students and admissions stuff. Students would come to her with any problems with scheduling classes or navigating the campus.
    I asked her how she came to know about me. She explained that Dustin would get bored and come over to talk to her. He told her the basics of how we had met, leaving out the kidnapping of course.
    “Do you know why I’m here?” I inquired.
    She nodded. “Why, of course. You’re here to visit Dustin and to attend the camp.”
    I stared at her. “That’s the reason you were given?”
    “Well, yeah.” She blinked. “Am I wrong?”
    I leaned in to whisper, “Don’t you know what’s really going on here?”
    Casey frowned, furrowing her eyebrows. “I’m not sure I know what you mean.”
    Realizing it wasn’t worth it, I decided not to go into it any further. She obviously had no idea what I was talking about. Or maybe she did, but pretended not to. Either way, I quickly came to the conclusion that it would be too risky to press her about it. I immediately changed the subject.
    Too soon Casey’s break was over and she had to go back to work. She collected my empty plate and cup, waving a cheerful goodbye.
    After her departure I busied myself with unpacking my bag. I didn’t remove everything since I would be migrating to a different building after the school semester ended. So I just took out a few pictures, hair care products, favorite books, and other essentials. I also unpacked the batteries for the recording device and extra tape for the wire. I decided to keep these close to me at all times, just in case anyone decided to search my bag.
    Unfortunately this only took a few minutes to complete. I was forced to spend the rest of my day staring up at the ceiling or trying to find other lame ways to keep myself occupied. Feeling like a prisoner more than ever now, I debated whether to contact Agent Cooper again. There really was no point in doing so since I hadn’t even come up with any kind of evidence yet. Closing my eyes, I promised myself that I would get myself out of this situation one way or another. I just needed to find the right opportunity.
    The following days fell into a rhythm: breakfast, Casey, free time, lunch, Casey, more free time, dinner, and finally bed. I became used to this schedule, spending my free times either trying to find a loophole in the computer system or staring out the window. Sometimes I’d try on more clothes.
    Dustin never visited. Too busy with school, I guessed. Still, it wouldn’t have hurt to pay one short visit. Not that I wanted to see him. I just thought it was a little rude. I mean, he could have at least come to chastise me about my leaving the building unattended.

    Imagine my surprise when I woke up one morning to find that almost all my stuff had disappeared from the room. Jumping out of bed, I ran to the window. The grounds were completely deserted except for a few kids lugging large duffel bags. School staff carried bags full of golf clubs and other sports equipment.
    For a few minutes, I stared out the window in disbelief. I almost smiled when I heard a familiar knock on the door.
    I opened it to find Casey standing there grinning. “School’s out. Time to move to your new place. Get dressed and let’s go!”
    I nodded and quickly dressed in the one outfit that remained in the closet. I took out the wire from its hiding place under my mattress. I had become a pro at taking the wire off and on,