Iris comes to a halt.
"Holy..."
Her stomach is in knots, her mind darting around in fifty different directions, and there's a voice in her head screaming at her to run the hell home to Keystone, and tell her parents that she's never going camping again a million years.
To keep herself stable, Iris puts a hand on a nearby tree for support, leans on it, and throws up, not really caring if her friend's think that she's a wimp for loosing her smores.
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