Nothing happens... Until Erica arrives at the camp.

Originally posted to Writing.com - Erica's Great Adventure; ID#2131776 on 04-12-16 - 4:07am

Erica got off the bus when she arrived at the Living History Camp she had registered for. Strangely enough, since the night she had signed the waiver Alicia had brought to her dorm, she hadn't seen Lisa, Alicia, or Carrie at all. Their absence in her life was strange, but she wasn't going to question why.

Grabbing her bags, she lugged them to the sign-in desk at the main office. The camp and the school were very specific about paperwork. They didn't want to lose track of any of the attendees.

"That looks like a lot of bags," Erica heard a familiar voice say.

Somehow, she managed to keep herself from groaning or making any other sounds of discontent. "Why are you here?" she asked Lisa as she turned her head to look in her direction. As usual, she was flanked by Alicia and Carrie.

"Name," prompted the attendant behind the desk before Lisa could answer. Erica provided her full name to the attendant. Now that she knew her tormentors were there, she just wanted to go lie down. "What's in the bags?" the attendant asked.

"My stuff," Erica replied. "Clothes and stuff."

The attendant looked confused. "Why did you pack clothes?" she asked.

Erica was confused. "Why wouldn't I pack clothes?" she retorted as Lisa snorted. Erica turned her head to look at Lisa again. Something about the situation was quite amusing to her.

The attendant slid a paper out of her folder and spun it so Erica could take a look at it. Her eyes started skimming over it. "Certain Pagan traditions are conducted naked," she explained. "As such, the people that organized this retreat extended the opportunity to the attendees to participate naked if they wish." Erica's eyes bugged out as she read the paper. "I don't understand why a person that signed the waiver to participate naked would bring clothes."

Her eyes snapped down to the bottom of the form. There was her signature. How could her signature be there, she wondered? She never signed any nudity waiver! Lisa, Alicia, and Carrie were all laughing and she realized that they must have tricked her. The form that Alicia made her sign for Mary must have been fake.

"I'm going to have to ask you to undress now, Erica," the attendant informed the panicking girl. "Your bags will be held in storage and returned to you at the conclusion of the retreat."

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