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Cherrie Blackwell-Carter leaned back against the old Fremont Cottonwood tree, an expression of confusion and annoyance on her face as plain as day. 

[color=00AF2F]“Great...”[/color] The fourteen-year-old muttered, [color=00AF2F]“...my e-mail has been compromised. Lame.”[/color]

This… Jericho Watson knew things about her that her grandparents most certainly did not share with anyone.

Her family lived by a big policy of honesty, but there were just some things you did not share. Cherrie hadn’t forgotten like most kids would have by this point in their lives. Not even a lot of moving around would hinder her from remembering such an insane thing to see. She was pretty surprised to be back in Ridgewood and it appeared someone had seen the same things she had. She looked over the message closely as more questions seemed to form in her mind. So, this Jericho Watson knew about what she saw. But why was he saying she was chosen for something great? Five others? How did he know they were at camp? Then there was the cliffhanger of an ending message which made this Watson person sound more insane than he already sounded. 

[i]Your world and mine.[/i]

She swiped the message away on her phone as she looked upward to the sky. It all felt so… childish. Like a fantasy. The only thoughtful conclusion the green-haired teenager could make was that it was a joke conspired by someone who had heard her grandparents mention off-hand in a conversation with her parents. Jericho Watson wasn’t likely this person’s real name. That or a lunatic had gotten in touch with her and truth be told the prank part felt a lot less terrifying. 

So, prank it was.

[color=00AF2F]“This has to be a prank. Nobody would seriously say that kinda stuff.”[/color]

Her eyes moved toward the cabins, catching a few familiar faces moving about. She needed to triple count the items in her bag. It was time to get moving.