THURSDAY. 7:31 AM. (TWO DAYS BEFORE CAMP ENDS.)
I carefully walk closer to it not to scare it away. Immediately I get to the bush, I peep over and I'm shocked by what I see.
"You take drugs?" I yell.
Startled, Jake immediately looks up to my face from his siting position on the ground. He looks surprised to see me as he breathes hard.
"Oh my God! I can't believe you take hard drugs. Is that why you always behave psychotic?" I ask with both disgust and shock in my voice.
He then gives me bored eyes then looks to the small, white container in his hands. "Just mind your business." He gets up from his sitting position and begins walking away but I go after him.
"What do you mean mind my business? You're doing something bad, I should say something." For some reason my heart rate increased faster and I feel like my life depends on this current situation.