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Curse of the Werecock

By Charlotte Mistry

Smashwords Edition

Copyright 2012 Charlotte Mistry

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“Come on! We’re nearly there!” Becca hurried up the slope like it wasn’t even there, like the heavy pack on her back weighed nothing at all. I was slower. She waited while I picked my way over rough terrain, bouncing on her heels, and I hated her a little bit in the way that friends always do, when they’ve known each other long enough.

I wiped the sweat from my brow. “I don’t know how you do this every weekend. I’m exhausted.”

“It’s because I do it every weekend that I’m not!” she chirped, and I groaned. “Come on, the spot’s just over this ridge. It’s awesome, you’re going to shit a brick.”

I kept struggling on up, and thought longingly of the car we’d left back at the lot. It was miles away, by now. I still wasn’t sure why I’d let Becca talk me into tagging along on one of her weekend camping trips. She was the outdoorsy type, all tanned and toned and lean, and I… I was not. It was never more evident than when I was hauling myself up a slope, weighed down by all the equipment on my back and batting away the occasional mosquito.

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