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    Life’s What You Make It

    Tina leaned forward behind Alice and craned her neck for a better look. “You have got to be kidding me.”

    Alice took a few steps forward with her mouth hanging open slightly. “Whoa.” She turned and face her friends with a weak, lopsided smile. “Well you all said you wanted something different, right?”

    “Are you freaking kidding me?” Bette looked around and gave a short laugh at the absurdity of the situation.

    There was a pile of wood in one corner, a fairly large table by a stove, a musty looking couch and a roughly-hewn chair with ugly orange upholstery. The windows were dingy. Alice walked over to the second room, which had two bunk beds and one dresser that had a pile of dusty blankets and quilts on top.

    “I thought you said this place was modern, Alice.”

    Alice turned to see Tina scowling with her arms crossed.

    “Did I say that?” Alice asked brightly, widening her eyes ever so slightly. “I thought I said it was rustic.”

    “Rustic?” Bette chimed in. “This place is filthy, Alice!”

    “I think it’s cool,” Shane said, plopping down on the chair and causing a cloud of dust to billow up that made her cough.

    Before Alice could respond, there was a screech from the corner of the cabin, and Dana dropped a piece of wood with a crash to the floor.

    “What’s wrong?” Tina asked.

    “There are bugs on it.”

    “Okay!” Bette clapped her hands with an air if finality. “Thanks for the long drive and five minutes in the forest, Alice, but I think Tina and I will be taking our leave.”

    “Wait!” Alice said. “Look at this,” she said. She rushed over to the light switch and flipped it on. A fluorescent light buzzed to life overhead. “See? This place isn’t so bad. It has electricity!”

    “Are you serious?” Tina said. “You’re actually trying to sell us on staying in this dirty, bug-infested cabin because it has one working light?”

    “You said you wanted a break from LA,” Shane chimed in.

    “Yeah, but -”

    “Hey, I wanted to go to Vegas,” Shane said, holding her hands up. “You were the one that wanted to get away from urban life. Well, here we are. Bugs are a part of the package.”

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    1. I couldn’t help but laugh as I read your story ive been on that trip with friends before. Those are always the best and most memorable. I loved it thanks for sharing!

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