There was a school list I was given that came with adult responsible things, well, because I'm an adult that is a complete minor. It was a page of instructions for the green tent that was given to me by a random bloke who gave me a black plastic bag and who had no joy or fun in his eyes. I will not brag but will brag, I'm sure it takes a lot of brains to set up a tent and I excelled past that part and beat everyone else's creation. Confidently, I will admit I struggled, almost passed out to exhaustion, felt like the last moment of my life before death was Geoge stuffing crisp down his throat - then had a loud, obnoxious burp that almost made me use my scrawny fists to 'ding, ding' a boxing match and get a knockout. But, after tiringly setting up the tent together and digging the last stake deep inside the bumpy ground, and having my hands dirtied in the progress. I swiped the sweat patching my skin with the sleeve of my black blazer and turned around to a site, once full of emptiness and unorganised packs, now filled with lots of coloured tents and closely bonded gangs an hour later.

In the middle was a long stretched wooden table that went for at least a mile with a white blanket dragged across it, and if it was short, a new long blanket was used. All the tents in my sight had some buzzing atmosphere while some had none and had a sad atmosphere; some packed, some empty, like mine.

"A very sad month ahead of us, partner," George mocked with a deep voice with an American accent, trying to be as dramatic as he conceivably can as he caresses my shoulders uncomfortably.

I clenched his hands after deliberately glaring at them, then shook them off to sign, "Meh, it's more positive than a negative."

"What an utter introvert…"

Deep into the endless conversation, I was preoccupied with a large tent, seemingly larger than a tent big enough for two people. Finally seeing an end to the pointless conversation, I walked myself over to this tent northwest of my tent and took a look inside. The outside was black while the inside was white, it had an empty square room, like a hallway, it had three doors, two on the right and one on the left. At the moment they were opened wide and unprotected, letting curiosity get the best of me and took a look inside at the left door, it was shrouded with storage boxes, mostly food and other personal aspects. Nothing intriguing, I looked in the first door on the right and it was a hospital room, reasonable, then I looked in the second one and Oh God. Now, my room can be messy but not this messy, it was a bedroom for all the teachers, very strange, I know; everything was everywhere, beds flooded the room and there was no single gap to appear through. A very cramped room that I would never want to go in but use as a torture chamber for a future rival of mine, maybe.

"Erm, you know you aren't allowed in there, right?" A female voice caught my attention as I glanced around with fright when I was met with a red-suited girl with black braided pigtails dipping below her chest and had an unpleasant glare in her amber sharp-shaped eyes as her arms were folded, reacting to a disappointment in her view of me. She blocked the exit/entrance of this large tent, dimming down the glow that lightened up the room a moment ago. Awkwardly, I nodded to acknowledge her morals and sheepishly shuddered past her with a tail between my legs.

Unexpectedly, just before I left her glare on me, I noticed her hands started translating a sentence of words.

"Hello, my name is Lia Ann. It's nice to meet you. From a few accidental glances at you, I noticed you used sign language a lot to communicate with that funny friend of yours."

"You know sign language?" I responded after being dumbfounded. It's a very rare thing to discover people using sign language these days after the invention of this chip that was put in people's brains and the users could construct a sentence without saying a single word, or type out a sentence and can spring out a window screen that acts as the generic phone like a hologram just from saying a command and occasionally hovers above the eyebrows one foot away. The window hologram is still in the betas and is mostly used by the government for now though.

"Yes, I learnt sign language to speak with my deaf sister."

"Can't you just get that technology?"

"Sure, I can whenever, my family is rich and in possession of the chips. But I preferred helping out my sister because the chips enable your voice to speak in a telepathic sense, which my sister doesn't have." Lia explained.

"Why don't you have a chip?"

"Ah, I…I…uh, don't like speaking publicly or privately." It took a while but I stretched my muscles and finally signed something short.

"Selective mutism, I see? You struggle to speak in certain situations. That's alright, I do hope you one day get cured of it." She muttered before abruptly stopping the conversation short, storming off while waving goodbye. She seemed popular with the group she hung out with, not as it mattered to me.

Remembering where I was after being distracted by the conversation, I only just recalled I was in the tent when a teacher started approaching the tent. I immediately dipped and escaped the place and headed back to my area to spend most of the time having fun with George. Although I was having a blast, Lia's face and her personality dreaded me, keeping me in thoughts of my sister because they are both similar in many weird ways. From what I've seen interacting with her is that she puts on a tough act to protect her close ones, which is awfully the same thing Althea did to protect me, just me, never my parents, just me; a small cut? Althea will go ballistic and freak out but will calm down when I pleaded with her not to. Also, if a person accidentally bumps into me, Althea will almost get into an unwarranted fight, and if I'm bullied, she's there abusing the attacker with every violence she knows of. She was very overprotective of me for some reason, she never told me why.

As the day fades into night, my eyes lay wide awake, the articulation of my heart pumping portions of blood that runs through the body, influencing my veins to increase in activity and twitch my muscles as I feel my eyebrows flinch inwards and outwards. Thoughts are smothered with thick fog that prints every second of memories of broad profound smiles of my sister that tucked me under the bed in the night to soothe my fear of the dark in the wardrobes, thinking a horrible bloodthirsty monster will prey on my vulnerability but the light that traced Althea like a starry halo defended me as her frigid small hand brushed down my small plump cheeks to knock me out in a friendly fantasy of stubborn happiness. The croaking from packs of frogs deep in the woods jumped around the campsite, almost like they were playing an upbeat melody to tightly cuddle the camping humans to sleep to avoid the atrocities outside in the world.

I looked over to George sleeping beside me, hugging his arms around me as he snores like there wasn't another day. Staying quiet as I possibly could, I gently pushed George off of me and sat myself up, taking a few minutes second-guessing myself. Finally deciding, I placed on my school black leather shoes and stood on my feet and proceeded to head into the woods to the left of me a few feet away, the cold fought me as I tried remembering the confidential path, the path that will assist me in tracking that cave my sister and I used to build inside. Scrambles of leaves ridge across each other, shuffling in between like they were rushing somewhere, somewhere far from mankind. There was a route of a muddy path with dead grass dying from inside that began right at the entrance of the campsite. It was a difficult thing to find because although the grass was dead it blended well with the overgrown nature and went unnoticed. I would rarely come in contact with strangers for this reason alone, and it's why my sister and I enjoyed this little secret of ours.

Concentrating my eyes on the path, squinting them tightly as possible to see through the darkness and trying to follow the right path after it was abruptly cropped off and was left with imprinted footsteps that overlapped each other. A very troublesome deed, all this just to find that one random cave.

There it is in its fullest glory, far ahead of me was a circular patch of grass long enough to fit in a football pitch, enveloped by towering stretched trees that were thin and sharp around the edges; appeared the deserted cave in the size of an average UK living room, the cave that looked odd and out of the place like it wasn't naturally there from the beginning of time made the entire opened area like an entrance to either heaven or hell based on the soul. The nostalgia I felt seeing this thing, I wanted that nostalgia feeling to last forever but I don't think it would ever happen.

Miles of walking had me standing in front of a beaten wooden door, dangling onto the concrete walls as I was flooded with crazy overwhelming memories of this area. Taking a deep breath, I clutched the freezing doorknob and twisted downwards until I heard a click. I placed the hand I twisted the doorknob with on the wood and pushed lightly, hearing the screech of the door as it gradually opened the darkness to be cast on by the illuminating moon that emphasised my endless wandering and offered a dim torch to show me a better view. A choppy flat rock in the shape of a sphere shaved in half walled by two other flat rocks that were smaller in size and looked rectangular greeted me as I encountered the insides of this cave's forsaken walls.

Stumbling into the darkness, I just had enough light from the moon and the gatherings of billions of stars to see a string hanging down from a pinned light bulb on the right of the wall near the entrance, I jerked the brown string and was blinded by the grey yellow glow that emulated from the bulb. The glow stretched across the walls, pushing out the pictures that decorated the entire bland interior of me and my sister mostly smiling, some had my parents but most were commonly me and my sister. Her eyes, the brightest things I've ever seen, acted like they were also lighting up the entire room as they were seen everywhere next to my dark blue eyes that had no glimmer inside them.

In the middle of the cave were the three rocks, they were the chairs and the table. What was on it was an abandoned dead game that died out last decade - a chess game. It was still intact and looked fresh as new, it was also the last memory I had with Althea and I easily won against her, but as I grew up, I learnt that she went easy on me so she wouldn't see me cry like a baby.

Speaking about crying like a baby...my eyes watered up and shielded my eyes from a clear vision of everything and became blurry. My heart imploded in itself as my throat viciously strangled me in a motive of committed murder. Holding on as best as I can on the walls, feeling tears stream down my face, I eventually slipped onto my knees and tumbled into the chamber of darkness where my second strongest emotion flared from being held in for a long time and screamed out the sadness I held in with the poker face I kept on. I kept on crying, on and on, on and on until my eyes were stinging unbearably. I couldn't handle it anymore.

"I miss her…" My shaken low voice wept out in the public, followed by loud wails as I rubbed my soaking forehead against the hard bristle ground.

I miss her...