Sarah and Sasha (camping p1) an adoptive daughter adds a new personality to be exactly what daddy wants.

The campfire crackled pleasantly. Daniel had always enjoyed the sound of an open fire, the sound of the subtle earthy crackle and pops of the logs as they gave into the fires hunger. The warmth of it on chilled dark nights and the light that flickered and gave way to dancing shadows. 

He leaned back in his cheap foldable chair, that he very proudly could say he got for half off at academy, and heard the aluminum creek and  the dark maroon canvas shift under him. 

He was happy, happy to be off in the middle of no where in the crest of night, with no responsibilities looming on his mind. No important project due, no meetings important or unimportant, no curfew placed on him by the nessatation of adulthood, and best of all….no ex wife.

His life had taken a turn of the exaparasational stressful the day he and Amy called it quits. Dealing with dividing the house, and the cars and the debts was hard enough, but then there was Sarah. Sarah was thier adopted daughter, a perfect little athlete who played every sport she was allowed admittance too. Softball, soccer, track, you name it, if it had a practice meet she was involved. That made alot of back and forth for Daniel. He was happy to do it of course, but as with almost everything involved with adulthood, it came bittersweet. 

Teacher looses her mind grading papers.

Erica pulled out a stack of essays from her leather satchel. “Another painful night of reading through sub par writing, and poor punctuation” she thought.

She dropped the stack of papers on the old oak desk she was given by her parents when she and her husband moved into this house.

She fliped through the first couple of papers with a sort of abandonment of intrest that only a teacher grading summer break essays for the fourth day in a row could produce. She wondered where she should start, and at about the fifth from the top was an essay of about six pages without a name on it. “Thats odd, generally students make tons of mistakes, but forgetting to put their name was something relegated to high-school students.” She thought.

LABYRINTH OF THE MIND was the written in cursive at the top of the page in obviously carefuly hand written script.

Erica was interested. She let the other essays fall away as she plucked it from the pile. This one stood out. Name or not it might be an interesting read.