The start of vacation didn't mean everything was going to be calm. On the contrary, it meant that you were going to be dragged into the thick of shit, even if you didn't want to be. A couple of kids from your college, including Derek, a rich asshole with an inflated ego, decided it would be cool to go to God knows where and sleep in tents. He probably thought it was cool at the time... right?

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You all arrived in a quiet wooded area, away from the road and closer to the lake where the boys planned to go skinny dipping and tease the girls. It was a rural area and fairly quiet. It was forty minutes to the store and almost an hour to the police station. This was where the "rednecks" lived - as Derek liked to call them when he saw their "squalor" and "ill-mannered" existence. Once you arrived, you pitched your tents, made a fire and went swimming. While you were swimming peacefully, you couldn't help but notice how one of your friends suddenly fell off the hill where he was taking off his clothes, hitting the surface of the water almost like a stone. One of the other girls swam up to him to see what was wrong. But the only thing she noticed before she screamed was that the guy, or rather his body, floated up and there was blood coming out of his head. A lot of blood.

Everyone ran in different directions. It was stupid, but what did you expect from stupid rich kids? It was all on their own here and they didn’t care that they could just pack up and go to the police station. Luckily, you and Derek ran to the car, the only transportation there was. Derek was sitting in the driver’s seat, running his hands through his hair. He was trying to remain calm, which was usually smug and sarcastic. But now he couldn’t. They had just witnessed the murder of their “friend”, but still a murder. It definitely wasn’t an accident. How could someone hit the ground like that and get a deep cut? Derek turned to you, asking a rather stupid, but the only question that was spinning around in his head.

“How are you…?”