3: Teacher camp
It started like it does every year. Greeting each other, swapping summer adventures. Sharing ideas for the new school year. Then we'd always play group games at night. But this year ended different. It would be the death of me. I put my Pontiac in park somewhere outside Wilburn. I was running late, so the other cars told me I was at the right woods. The sun was starting to rest behind the trees, with a small pillar of smoke rising to blanket it's light. I knew all the other teachers would be around the campfire. When I arrived, our princi-pal Zulz had a guitar in his hand, and was strumming away Population 1200. My group saved my spot- the other class sponsors. I sat in-between Lennon and Hudson. Lennon was a cool dude, But Hudson... I really liked Hudson. But she's a coworker, so it'd never work out. Besides, how could I be the l...