Creators Camp

How does a summer camp with your internet best friend and favourite YouTuber sound? What about having your whole past written in direct messages to that YouTuber with an abandoned Twitter account? What about having a past that could tear you away from the life you dream of living? It doesn't seem so easy anymore, does it?


19. Part 18.

I finished the last sip of my iced coffee and threw the cup in the trash can as I walked past it. 

It's almost 10 in the morning you wouldn't think the hallway would be so quiet. 

I reached my room and put the key in, realising it wasn't locked. 

That's weird... I could've sworn I locked it? 

Then again there's a very high possibility that I'm losing my mind, look at who I've been hanging out with for the past few days; a YouTuber that has nothing better to do than stalk on my old DM's. 

Sometimes I question who I idolise; and this is one of those times. 

I walked into my room to see my suitcase on my bed... fully packed. 

Who has been in my room?!

With a slight tremble in my body I unzip the suitcase and begin to unpack it. 

Slightly terrified that whoever was in my room is still here somewhere. 

You don't think they'll kill me do you? 

Hey I wouldn't mind. 

But I could never leave Carrie like that. 

"Hi Ella." A voice said from behind me. 

I turned around and met a pair of green eyes that made me want to throw up. 

"What are you doing here Franta?" I asked angrily. 

"I've come to pick you up silly." He laughed walking over to me and grabbing onto my hand.

He slid his fingers up my palm not breaking the eye contact we were holding. 

"Lets go." 

Who died and made him boss? 

He grabbed the sweater that I'd unpacked and put it back in my suitcase before zipping it up and heaving it off the bed and onto the floor. 

"Will you bring this down to the car?" He asked. 

I shook my head; "Nope which I'm guessing means you need to go back to camp empty handed." 

"You wish." 

He suddenly lunged towards me and flicked my body over his shoulder. 

Since I'm a light weight anybody can just pick me up without a struggle. 

It's a struggle being a light weight.

We walked to the car, well more like I rode to the car because I certainly didn't walk down there. 

"Now don't move a muscle, I have your key so don't you dare try running." He warned before locking me in his car. 

I tried to open the door, it's locked... with a child lock. 

My hand is empty, he must have grabbed my key that's why he slid his fingers up my palm. 

Great... there's no way to get out of this one...

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