Camp Wish You Well was like a Fantasy to you. The wishes reminded you of how anything can happen. Feverishly praying over the fact that this might be dream.You hope not.

The only thing keeping you from this camp being too perfect was a boy named Ollie. His Spindel spun of sun air and his water colored eyes clashed, almost made him look too good.

Since you got here he always seemed sweet, offering you friendship that you turned down. Why on earth would he be this happy? This kid needs sleep. One day Counsler Farrah announced how groups of two where going on an egg hunt in the camp. Strictly not in the forbidden woods, how it looms seemingly over camp never really gave you peace of mind to go in there.

You stood planted by a picnic table, your eyes plainly scanning over the campers teaming up. You didn’t need friends. They will just leave you, right? But as you were going to throw yourself into your cabin a voice you dreaded to hear ricocheted in your way. “Hey, wanna team up?” You cringed at his sweet voice. Sugarhigh much? You were going to decline before you realized you had no one, it couldn’t hurt right? You reluctantly agreed.

Here you are, the whistle blowing and you both scramble around camp, you didn’t care for the bond. You’re here for victory. And how sweet it will taste when you get a chance. His glances your way makes you feel jittery. He suggests going by the canoes, it might be under one. But as you were scavenging towards it a glint of gold caught your eye in the forest. Why the forbidden forest?! Ollie goes ahead, and it’s better if you win yourself, right? He’ll be fine. As you reach for the golden egg. The things and leaves crunching under you the egg shakes.

It swatching to a bitter black. Shaking and cracking at its side. Like a magic trick it forms into an unnatural creature. Its skinny fingers wrapping a round your wrist and pulling your forward. You scream, feeling a hand grab your shoulder quickly and tightly. Yanking you back, you grunt as you hit the ground.

Ollie.