Only a few moments later, a familiar voice could be heard within the corridors.
“Stupid, god-forsaken camp. If I EVER have to step foot back there again I’ll WRING ALL OF THEIR NECKS..” her voice shifted higher. “Oooh~ Sally Springer this, Sally Springer that. OH MY GOSH, NINA– LOOK AT HER GOOOO-! … I BET YOU CAN’T DO AN EVIL CARTWHEEL AS WELL AS SALLY FRIGGIN’ SPRINGER…” she fell back into her normal tone. “What the heck is an evil cartwheel anyway? What’s evil about that?” She sighed. “Next thing you know they’ll be holding evil TEA PARTIES…”
Nina dropped her luggage off in the hallway as she neared her uncles bedroom door.
“UNCLE CORTEX, I’M BAC–……”
“Yeah, I–uhh, I’ll just be in the other room…”